 | I look into the mirror,
And barely recognize what I see;
A face twisted with pain and anger,
A godforsaken me.
I feel the dark storm comin,
The waters tremble and shake
My fury knows no boundry,
You used me, you fu*king fake.
I feel my eyes cloud over,
I'm starting to see bright red;
I stumble, stagger to the door,
A dull black ache splitting my head.
I'm looking at a picture, but all that I can see,
Are blinding flashes of that scrowed up memory.
Your slug-slime tounge inside my mouth,
I think I'm gonna h*url and then I shout...
I scream and I howl,
and I'm pounding the wall.
Till the pain numbs me over
And I can't think at all.
Then it's gone
and I'm alone...
slumped up tired on the floor-
and I shiver cause' it's frozen--frozen ice cold...
cold so cold...your crummy fingers slid in,
(sh*t! it's flooding over me once again)
decietful, clammy, like a snake.
(feel the terrible wave begin)
And it's washing over me, again and again,
Till I think I'm gonna go mad, insane.
Till I'm tearing at my clothes
wiping off tears and and your trace;
where you touched me and it burns
and your foul trashy face.
I hear my broken spirit roar,
and I force myself up off the floor;
wild, I grab all things in my sight,
Smash 'em against the wall with all of my might.
I watch a cheap souvenier shatter,
to bits and pieces and smithereens,
but all that plays in front of these eyes,
are those sick and loveless scenes.
How I drowned myself in your shallow lies,
How I simply failed to see,
How the only thing that's shattered here,
is me and only me.
And trust me when I say, that one day you'll pay
and for every tear you gift me,
two will stream down your face.
Every pleasure you get from my suffering,
will turn into pain,
when the Scales of Justice,
will be balanced into place.
Written by stormchaser
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