Stepped into the steep tracks you laid before me.
But for no one in particular.
Mud borders and binds the non-forgiving.
I can smell fresh meat not too far from you.
The bittersweet smell of indulgence leaking from her mouth.
Holding hands and feign the game, until your ready to move.
Time was not sufficient, but your a coward.
I can taste the anticipation. I can taste the similarities.
You couldn't sit. Neither think under the circumstances.
If you hadn't made the step so quickly I would've thought the lies weren't so bad.
At least, it isn't hard for you to understand.
It didn't take anything for a pair of cowards to hide under eachothers skin.
Rubbing the tendencies on my face, like I'm watching it fly by me.
Because I am.
I can see the addiction. I can see what a waste you've become.
I'm happy. I'm disappointed, but when have I learned to expect more ?
Can you smell the smirk on my face, lighted by the perfect twit, which I've been wearing since the last time you cried ?
It's safe to say I feel fresh, peeling off your poison is like sweet eccentricity.
I can't recall ever being so glad. So happy. That your downfall is a kiss away.
And I'll be there to lick off all the extra s**t.
I finally cracked the jawbreaker.
And damn it felt good.
As she wipes away your tears with words like a child, her failure to know you, her failure to abduct your presence- You pretend like you did so many times ago,
that you can re-feel imaginary notions.
As she touches your cheek, with words like an idiot, pretending to know you,
as you procreate the need for me to destroy you inside out.
Your lips are for empty consumption which you fill with your own self esteem.
I can see your world being sucked out as I watch you fall down through my fingers.
After so many times of being dumbstruck and non-forgiving, I'll ******** decide when it's time for me to say it's alright again.
When you ******** get your facts straight, and when you do I hope it's on your deathbed.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Tue Jun 30, 2009 @ 06:36am · 0 Comments |
