Suffocating location of the patron of kegs,
bleeding arms and legs,
chidhood was only a phase.
Drug up and sucked up like olives out of martini's.
Teenies walking around with wobbly legs and weak knees.
Completely,
out of their order out of their nature.
Complaining that they're having no fun, they'll see you later.
Late nights with flashing lights condemned the purity full of strife to take back what was whack when they were dreaming in mid flight.
Over exposure of your love to indulge.
A little too old to be stuffing that mold.
Fuck it I'll just sit here acting sorry,
that my stupid ass isn't as fun as that fucked up party.
Maybe you'd like a taste?
Of the marionette alcohol brings out.
The tear your net but not to let you out.
Just to pout while she carves a smile upon your mouth,
straight from the rum and down into her doubt.
Wanna see me throw a fit?
While you ma relax and keep on that baby shit,
I told you I'm sick of it.
Woulld you like to touch the fire?
It burns so brightly it turns you unsightly,
wishing you didn't show up for the likely.
I'm going to show you my rage,
through dipiction on a page,
but would you know what that means?
A simple eye could defy me but your eyes are pridely.
They make me take a step back and wonder if you could try me.
Alas I doubt you could handle the mixture in this body.
It's a tornado in a can,
it's a wrecking ball made specifically for man at hand and ready to destroy.
She was truly the gold piece of he grand master's ploy.
Not a toy meant to be played with,
just something temporary to fake with.
A ticking motherfucking bomb and you won't even try?
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my eyes hurt.
so does my heart.
Fuck me.
Fuck me.
Fuck this.
