It's funny, isn't it?
To see the weird girl
walking alone
with the tears in her eyes.
To know that it was you
who ripped her at the seams
the words that hurt
and the eyes that cut.
It's all so humorous, right?
She doesn't mean anything
to you, and she won't ever
and that protects you.
Oh, but you're wrong
I know your faces
every insecure flicker
and this is your fall.
And may my wrath burn
like every syllable inflicted upon me
and, without further gusto,
I will rip you apart.
The sunset will hide my eyes
with your hands clawing at your throat
purple swimming in your vision
like the darkness coming in.
No one will know
and I will win forever
now, tell me
Isn't that funny?
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
It's funny, isn't it?
To see the weird girl
walking alone
with the tears in her eyes.
To know that it was you
who ripped her at the seams
the words that hurt
and the eyes that cut.
It's all so humorous, right?
She doesn't mean anything
to you, and she won't ever
and that protects you.
Oh, but you're wrong
I know your faces
every insecure flicker
and this is your fall.
And may my wrath burn
like every syllable inflicted upon me
and, without further gusto,
I will rip you apart.
The sunset will hide my eyes
with your hands clawing at your throat
purple swimming in your vision
like the darkness coming in.
No one will know
and I will win forever
now, tell me
Isn't that funny?
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