did things get so bad?
I feel as if someone is dying.
Although the scent of your rotting corpse just might be more satisfying.
You stole my life and then you made yourself the only good thing left,
and if I would’ve known that I was a toy I wouldn’t want to
break your neck.
I woke up and I saw things for what they really were
I saw my world come falling down.
Now the only appropriate act of passion is
to place you in the ground.
I’d be lying if I told you
that you don’t matter anymore,
because you matter soo much to me now
that you’re just a chalkine on the floor,