Decisions Of Murder
Hurt me like you mean it
Bite my skin and peel it
Tear me apart and watch me bleed out
I am human I think
I am something certainly
Maybe something else
Help me I’m loosing it
I want to tear her apart
She’s done no wrong and anger rests in my heart
I feel like a broken record
A broken toy
A toy was all I was to my peers
Maybe they wanted me to be like this
Maybe I am meant for it
Break my fingers
Take out my eyes
Wound me so bad I can’t touch you
I don’t want to hurt you
I want to cut you into pieces
Watch the blood drain from the ceiling
Pour a glass and sit back
As you scream Bloody Mary
No one can save you
No one will find you
No one will look
No one
But I can’t do this of course
For it is wrong
And I feel a deep sense of love towards you
Not reciprocated but that’s ok
Maybe I should break my own bones
Tear out my own eyes
Render myself useless
Become a slave
Or maybe just die
I don’t know anymore
Do I do it or not?
Do break it or rot
Do I?
Do I?
Perhaps we shall see
If the monsters catch me
If the light burns out
If the blood runs cold
Maybe we’ll see a genicide within
Or just maybe
Just maybe
I can learn to forgive?
And forget
The perfect opportunity
The perfect murder