for it was never my intention
to be a puppet with a frown
perhaps you won't believe it
sitting under a liars crown
I've cut myself for long enough
that blood is my middle name
basking naked upon a concrete slab
I've oft been fed back my own shame
so take all these letters, mix them up
juggle them gaily to become verbose
for they have fallen, at feet
that have stopped walking
just litter, ash, carrion at most
So kiss me on lips
coated in poison
and wish me well
For I am off to a more acrid clime
where secrets will often tell
that hiding behind a wordsmiths spine
will see me burn in hell
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
for it was never my intention
to be a puppet with a frown
perhaps you won't believe it
sitting under a liars crown
I've cut myself for long enough
that blood is my middle name
basking naked upon a concrete slab
I've oft been fed back my own shame
so take all these letters, mix them up
juggle them gaily to become verbose
for they have fallen, at feet
that have stopped walking
just litter, ash, carrion at most
So kiss me on lips
coated in poison
and wish me well
For I am off to a more acrid clime
where secrets will often tell
that hiding behind a wordsmiths spine
will see me burn in hell
