Missing You Already by Fayth-Syndycate, literature
Literature
Missing You Already
Lip-stick Stained and Bleeding Mascara...
Razor Cut and Barbwire Torn...
Inked Insignificantly and Penciled In...
Calibur Assaulted and Passionately Raped...
Lavishly Whipped and Suitably Scarred...
Cast Aside and Effortlessly Forgotten...
Typed Up and Inflicted Under...
Gone and Not Coming Back...
She's Dead...do you miss Her?
Your Toy, Your Ragdoll...
Your Prized Possession.
Much like your Others...
Held up high on a thread oh so breakable.
Then dropped, for a misgiven look,
Or a misguided motion.
You'll survive, she ment nothing.
Really, I promise.
But remember...
She'll always be with you...
She loved..unlike you.
Who
Sanctimony hides in your words.
A hint at first, that leads to outspoken deceit.
It seems to be falling into devasation.
Protection for her is obscure from me.
But who are you to endeavor it?
You jest on both sides,
Why are you leading me askew?
You seem to be sparring with me.
Are second thoughts in order?
Do you hold her in favour?
Is she blending into life again?
The vindication shall be bitter either way.
I only wish the lip service would disappear.
Tear me down,
Break me again,
Shatter my heart to pieces.
Ruin my life,
Isolate me,
Torture me to death.
Black my eyes,
Cuff me up,
And cut me from top to bottom.
You've torn me,
Broken me from the inside out,
Locked me up,
Then thrown away the key.
The world is withering in our wake,
Now there is nothing left for us to take...
The world is screaming, overwhelmed with our noise,
They rape the helpless, but hell, boys will be boys...
We slaughter truth while we ask for sympathy,
While we're caught up in our own majesty...
We're Darwin's grand evolution at it's very best,
Paving the way to a future we completely detest...
Buying the love and affection of our peers,
Leaving behind a future drowned in wasted tears...
Destroying mother nature to serve technology,
It's all in what we call modernology...
We are a plague and there is no cure,
We make the poor and infested seem pur
The world is withering in our wake,
Now there is nothing left for us to take...
The world is screaming, overwhelmed with our noise,
They rape the helpless, but hell, boys will be boys...
We slaughter truth while we ask for sympathy,
While we're caught up in our own majesty...
We're Darwin's grand evolution at it's very best,
Paving the way to a future we completely detest...
Buying the love and affection of our peers,
Leaving behind a future drowned in wasted tears...
Destroying mother nature to serve technology,
It's all in what we call modernology...
We are a plague and there is no cure,
We make the poor and infested seem pur
Tear me down,
Break me again,
Shatter my heart to pieces.
Ruin my life,
Isolate me,
Torture me to death.
Black my eyes,
Cuff me up,
And cut me from top to bottom.
You've torn me,
Broken me from the inside out,
Locked me up,
Then thrown away the key.
Sanctimony hides in your words.
A hint at first, that leads to outspoken deceit.
It seems to be falling into devasation.
Protection for her is obscure from me.
But who are you to endeavor it?
You jest on both sides,
Why are you leading me askew?
You seem to be sparring with me.
Are second thoughts in order?
Do you hold her in favour?
Is she blending into life again?
The vindication shall be bitter either way.
I only wish the lip service would disappear.
Missing You Already by Fayth-Syndycate, literature
Literature
Missing You Already
Lip-stick Stained and Bleeding Mascara...
Razor Cut and Barbwire Torn...
Inked Insignificantly and Penciled In...
Calibur Assaulted and Passionately Raped...
Lavishly Whipped and Suitably Scarred...
Cast Aside and Effortlessly Forgotten...
Typed Up and Inflicted Under...
Gone and Not Coming Back...
She's Dead...do you miss Her?
Your Toy, Your Ragdoll...
Your Prized Possession.
Much like your Others...
Held up high on a thread oh so breakable.
Then dropped, for a misgiven look,
Or a misguided motion.
You'll survive, she ment nothing.
Really, I promise.
But remember...
She'll always be with you...
She loved..unlike you.
Who
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