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Twisting spinal chords around handcuffs finger painted with roses and polka dots,
I smirk at your crimson regrets and wallow in your demise,
sliding burnt finger across jagged metal,
swallowing bitter pills and laughing into broken mirrors.

"Oh come on baby now, let's not be predictable."

I'd rather of had a throat full of hot, hot lust
Than a throatfull of alcohol's sting
Sweeping my throat like mascarra clogging my vision
and without vision, hearing
and air to breathe
what's left but pouted lips
on a porclein doll face?


Your feet latch within those rusty shackles,
dragging the needle further into your nerve,
I told you not to move,
but you keep twisting in that mud like it's going to save you.
[isweariswearisweariswearisweariswear]
I haven't had this much fun pulling your hair since yesterday.

Your dreams are like pollestyrene glitter smears on my hollow heart;;
They're too loud and give shivers down my spine
I don't know how you make them either,
cutting up paper ribbons and smearing iodine across your eyeballs.
They just fall
Like petals of a wilting flower
And what advertisement do you have then?
No one wants a pure centre, just a fancy shell.


It's just past ten and I'm already sick of the after show,
come here buttercup, let's get this over with.
I'm chasing the lines down your arm with a delicate knife,
burning holes into your perfect figure,
it's all or nothing this time,
and I'm going to take all without giving you nothing.

Coffee is throbbing in my head,
feeling like little pieces of burnt glass burning in the back of my brain,
and creating fourth of july effects on my back.
In a vain attempt to keep my eyes from shutting
I latch them shut myself
But you're just too perfect to ignore
Tracing dropplets of slated water down your back
Map making to where I go next
throat, heart, or chest?

Nervously flicking damp fingers against sharpened point,
clutching the end and pressing it gently to her throat,
"There's no "beautiful" in dead."
whispered words caught in the back of your mouth,
[I can't, I can't, I can't]
pulling away from the lithium pumps and dragging your tainted wrists in hot oil,
and your greatest strength is now your greatest weakness,
and you can't do the one thing you're best at.


Turning flipping nickels off the back of the chair,
and biting your fingers as I claw my way out,
I always told you not to fall for me,
(because I am deffinitly not your type)
And opposites don't attract.
I'm laughing through my holey throat at your restraint,
the vocal chords in the back rustily screeching out a chuckle.

You fueled my anger and spurred a combustion
Your chemical was of the strongest acid
and I just love those chemical kisses [.N.O.T.]
You must think I loved writhing in muted screams
And switching my mind off while the rest of me spins and spirals


The look in your eyes is telling me you're terrified,
[and well, you should be]
but you keep insisting that I won't do it.
[and I keep insisting that I will]

Fringed finger tips splintering at the edges,
and crimson dancing along the rim of the shattered crystal in your hand.
Digging into your skin,
searching for reasons behind my eyes.
You'll never figure it out;;
[Oh baby, do you know who I am now?]

You break blood and I crack a wry smile
"Sorry darling, a blade was a bit too predictible now, wasn't it?"
I was your rag doll but I have a bite
and your beach that turned to quicksand as you lay on me

With a chink and a clatter the shard of wrought metal drops
With a splutter and a retch you stop
and with that I leave

Twisting spinal chords around handcuffs
and tossing knives into drains
It all ends in breakage
as I broke your throat like you broke me with a kiss

"Well baby, looks like we're even now."