I want to rip you apart
Strip flesh for every sin you’ve committed
Beat you down while you scream
And rid you of your black heart.
You speak the language of lies
A waste of innocence,
A joke of a companion
I’m tired of your fake and dramatic goodbyes
No one cares anymore
They’re finished playing nice
Honestly, you can't see through their fury?
They don’t deal well with ******
Just do a favour
Next time that razor comes out
Slit your ******* throat
Because there is no saviour.
© December 9, 2010. Shanna Howse.