Climbing the walls ’til my nailbeds bleed

Words on your tongue, only built to deceive.

No energy left to go blow for blow

Secrets exposed, with nowhere to go

No reason to fear, I won’t call your bluff

I truly do think that I’ve had enough

Sorrow coursing steadily through all of my veins

Refusing to let emotion take over the reins

Whatever the outcome I’ll shall rest assured

Being played by you has been fucking absurd

You wormed your way in with pizzaz and a smile

A wolf in sheep’s clothing, well disguised all the while

Always setting your mark and you making your moves

Not giving one fuck about who you lose

Gave you all that I had, but it wasn’t enough

What will you do now that I know all of your stuff

Lies upon lies, hurt swells, then subsides

Lips pursed tight, no one more the wise

Rest that worried mind, your secrets I will keep

Question is though, how did I get in so deep

Searing agony inside, but my feelings I stuff

Realizing that I will never be enough

I kept it so real through thick and through thin

Despite all my pain throbbing deep from within

I wish you no harm, want to see you succeed

I believe in your mission, your hopes and your dreams

No one with a conscience could do what you do

But remember in time, karma always comes due

Everything now, so thoroughly clear

Try all you want, but you can’t be sincere

A suffering soul, projecting self hate

Immeasurable pain, no one else can translate

Let business be business and peasure be pleasure

Giving you support through joint endeavors

No longer will I be your pawn

Should I or shouldn’t I make you gone

Living in Death

Rivers of Grue Edit, written as a companion piece to Rivers of Grue’s

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Obsidian figure spotted in the distance

Completely moot point with regard to resistance


Peripherals reveal an obscene loveliness

Ringlets of hair clinging tight to her dress


Flesh hanging and fresh wounds abound

Utterly transfixed, you descend to the ground


Eyes remain open, enthralled by her beauty

Tis clear on this eve, her intentions, your duty


Resolute in her missions, actions involuntary

She meant you no harm, your perception contrary


Amongst the ice cold stone, she’ll survive

A thirst for vermilion, her mouth opens wide


Incisors sinking into your thews

Quenching her thirst, unintentional abuse


Eyes overflow, urge originated from need

Entrusting her entire existence to you, she just needed to feed



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