Pity you didn’t stay away
Shame you came and didn’t stay
Pain, a boomerang, it goes both ways
You’re gonna have to learn today

I told you to run
Away from the sun

Pity you had to lose it all
Shame no one picked up your call
Painful desire to drop the ball
You’re gonna have to take the fall

I told you to run
I’m not the one

Pity you didn’t fear the flames
Shame you hadn’t learned my name
Paintings of every life I’ve claimed
You’re gonna have to lose this game

I told you to run
A girl is a gun

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A Girl Is A Gun by Ines Rose is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

a spoof
on reality
there only
peculiar to
sensitivity as
mobility does
change in
cyberpunk while
our glorious
rays portray
freedom with
our initiatives
in management
or idolatry  
and driven
to extreme  
in America

Slowly, but surely
tearing you apart
I can make it easy
coulda made it fast
then again,
where's the fun in that?
Now you see me,
now you won't
Still I'm standing on my own
Under the ground, I lurk
Behind those walls, I work
Watch out, watch out
I'm right beside you
I'm the Gippeto
in all those Pinocchio's
Praising thee, fooling thou
Knowing thy secrets as you go
Skeletons in the closet
unlocked by Skeleton key
Under thy bed
Pennywise will be
Oh no, don't dread
we've only just started
Prepare my friend
For far is the end
Hey, look, a House
a House of cards
burning, ashened
turned into dust
blown by the wind
gone in the air
the whole little kingdom
is reduced to nil
Remember now
and listen clear
in every game, in every poker
the Queen could never beat the Joker.

Lose.
Die.
Repeat.

Body blistered
Mouth aflame.
Lies like Serpents,
Slither in the mouths of
Those to blame.

Tame
The inferno,
But lost in pain.
Rivers of blood,
I choose to maim.

The teapot awoke to find herself
Shattered on the floor
Looking up to see the enemy of plates
Pointing her towards the door
With an angry spout
she bulldozed the table
And down came the plates trying to catch
Themselves but weren't able
And all brushed up against the broom
Remaining pieces of themselves
scattered across the room
Tossed in the darkness of doom
To find themselves in the outcome of hate
And in turn regret their decisions
When it's far too late.