Twisted words create a path full of dried rose petals.
you decided to leave them behind.
a trail hollow and cold.
a glass vase shattered beneath my bleeding feet.
Two silver spoons fed me an obsession.
I took them and ran.
I felt the vase cling to my skin.
nothing out of the normal.
a crooked seagull lead the way with a broken wing to save the day.
a knife was given as the prey.
able to eat out my heart i recreated the scene of violence you initiated my dear.
it smelled like you my dear.
a perfect world fit in your eyes my dear.
and at this moment i just lay.
a piece of glass rested upon your finger.
you saw me through it. Contoroted.
my mind felt the pulse of blood flow through my body.
and i saw your guts resting on my bed.
you spilled them last night.
they smell of rotting meat that have made some mistakes.
a mind that could destroy a city.
and soon the wind will tell us which direction to take, for now it only whispers insanity.
thank you for nothing my dear.