paper mache emotion,
still wet with glue,
is the only thing i see
when i look at you.
Pretender of the heart
you set yourself a goal
taking and raping,
the purity of the soul.
transparent liar
your intentions are clear
i see it in your eyes
and sense it when you are near.
paper mache murderer
stabbed and bleeding on the floor
your lies and deception
will hurt innocents no more. |