All tragedies end up with somebody dead, don't they? This is no exception... |
You're Not Like Me; i'm not like you... A quick, bitter tongue, Slicing through your skin, Laced with lies; brimming with poison. You try to understand me; Don't you know that you can never win? Because I'm breaking you down, Beating you up-- I love what I'm doing, but You hate every second of it. You know you can't stop me, and Your defenses begin to splinter Apart, piece by piece... * A cold, bitter remark That leaves her speechless; I could almost laugh, But it would go unheard. See what I'm doing to you now? I've stooped to a new low-- I whispered, you spoke. In control, finally; it's What I've always craved-- A new meaning to the word 'high.' You're dearest girl, the one that You cherish, will wither up; A dead, fading flower And it's all because of me. You're desperate to understand, but I locked up the answers to my secrets, and I've thrown away the key. * Your silent, bitter end Contrasts so ironically With her piercing wails, Her frantic sobs. Our blood is spreading Across the cement, Like a kiss ensures wildfire-- That is how quickly time can be up. Her pale hands are splattered red As she mouths an apology You won't ever hear. Looking up at the sky, Our vision blurs; dims. You're weak, I whisper. "Fuck you," you reply. In your last, ragged breath, You cry, while I smile. You've understood. |