Pretty Faces, are what hide
the blades and weapons
that will leave the worst
scars on our souls.

Never trust a Pretty Smile,
It will hide the teeth that will
Ripe out your throat,
and leave your jugular bleeding out
The scars you left on mine,
left me begging for physical
scars in place of these.

i would not allow an individual to set a foot on paths i have rummaged through the pain is not worth perspective

I should cut off my ears,
I can not hear your lies,
I should cut of my nose,
so i can not smell your bull crap

I should gouge out my eyes,
so I can not see you deceiving me
I should cut out my heart
so i do not love my poison.

And slice my throat so
I no longer have to suffer your
Presences, and your absence.
And sit here in my Ignorance

You had something good,
But you lost me.
While you wallow in your misery,
I'll be doing what I should.

*which is anything but think of you

Is the best thing that could
have happened, it has took one blade
out of my back, where you placed it.
I have been able to have my
broken limbs, and treat them as i
wish, without you fussing
over why I had them,
no more lies about my potential
no more lies about the good in me

the good in me died, when you held
my hand, and kissed my lips
and tried to build me up as your pawn
after tearing me down.

I wallow in my misery you say,
no i revel in it, accepting it,
and not lying that it is not what i deserve
it is what i deserve for once loving you,
but now where that love was,
is now teh acceptance that I am alive
to die, hopefully honorably,
but probably shamefully, by my own hand.

To think if you hadn't destroyed the sliver
of light in this soul that is now black
maybe I would not be this way,
or maybe I would still turn this way

so thank you, dear, you know who you are
when you read this, shoot for the stars,
so when your dream boat sinks
you will plummet to the ground below
and then you might see, how you took my heart,
and put where it was, a black hole