Your Body Cried CrimsonYour Body Cried CrimsonYour Body Cried Crimson7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Behind the pretty words hides a mouth of razor fangs
Quite frankly, I'm completely deranged.
So few know what lurks in my mind
What nightmare places exist for you to find.
At times I picture kissing your lips
All the while my knife slips
Into your innards and rips
Away your trust.
Stacked behind the allure of my pale eyes
Are rows and rows of myself in disguise.
The masks I wear to convince you that you're safe
Alone, you realize you're the victim I've raped.
I took away your innermost emotions
And placed them within the hands of my devotion.
Now you're trapped in my toxic web
I swallow you and you sink like lead
To the bottom of my heart.
The way I love is violent at best.
For instance, I'd like to tear your heart from your chest
And drink away the nectar of your affection.
Your body, subject to my dissection.
In this game, only I will win.
My tongue is dripping your blood and sin,
Drop by drop it sprays away
And from you, your life I take
I Fake It So WellI Fake It So WellI Fake It So Well8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The things I hate about me
Are all the things that people can't see.
'Oh!' They say, 'What pretty eyes!'
Don't they know I'm empty inside?
'Grow your hair! It was so lovely long!'
Living up to everyone's standards just feels wrong.
'We only judge you by what's on the outside
We don't care what you hide.'
'So long as you live up to our codes
So long as it's the photogenic side you show.'
Don't take me wrong, the compliments make me smile
Reassures me that I hide well what within has been defiled.
'Look! Again, your freckles are cute!'
Does it matter that my heart is destitute?
Nod and laugh at my hilarious jokes
Forget about my rotting yolk.
If I get a little skinnier do you think I'd be beautiful then?
How about the way I suck in my abdomen?
How about we fuck until my hips shatter.
Maybe that will stop this pesky chatter
Clicking about inside my brain
Telling me to accept your chains.
On and on, your voices carry the heat
Of your vanity and acrid deceit.