we're all just animals dressed in skin suits
trying to be something more

and i'm so sick
of everyone keeping a cool head
and being the only kid with a temper tantrum
at this timeless tea party

i don't want sugar in my ******* tea, okay.

i don't want to play this sick game  anymore.

pour me my poison
and get the **** on with it.

i don't want to be politically correct
i don't want to follow the footsteps that society has imprinted in the sand
i don't want to pray to a God I know for a fact, died a long time ago
and i most certainly don't want to hold your hand and fall in love.
so pour that out the window
along with your hopes and aspirations.
this isn't a place for dreamers after all.


so please.
world are you listening..?

cut the ****.

i'm already filled to the brim with hate and stale tea
i don't need any more sorrow to drown in
or any more sugar coated **** to swallow

please
undress me
from this coustume that i spend so much time
trying to convince myself i am

get me naked
shine the stage lights on me
and
show me my real skin

and when your finished with me world.
after you've gotten your fill, of course.

tuck me into bed with rusty nails
blow the city lights out like candles
seal up my casket
and until forever
and
the next day

leave me be.