I bet you wish this was a love song,
I bet you did,
I bet you wish that the blood crusted nails,
that I'd filed them down,
but the scratches are done,
right there,
I think they're a nice touch,
I'm not going to get caught,
I'm a hero,
I'm the spirit of bravery,
I'm a knight.
Love me,
Ha,
you already do,
I know,
I know because I know everything,
I am the embodiment of God,
I am he,
not who,
definitely not she,
she was feisty,
a hore,
a slnt,
whom I loved,
I loved that whore,
I hated her smell of sweat,
I hated her trashy smiles,
I loved her most when she made those,
loud,
groaning,
noises,
I loved the flesh that rotted in my kitchen,
I used to put my nose to it,
I got shivers,
from the delicious smell,
I was so excited,
my breathing became heavy,
and my heart danced inside my chest,
the glitter,
the glitter,
she put on her eyelids,
the eyelids I hold in my hands,
still glitter,
like the lovely shade of crimson she wore for me,
that and a trashy pink,
disgusting.
I still find myself thinking about her,
the wonderful sound of my skin,
hitting hers,
the way her scarf of crimson,
tasted metallic,
it was pleasure,
I swear,
but she didn't seem to think so.
It's too bad we didn't share.
Too bad.
I can still taste,
the repulsion she had for me,
the obsession,
I had saved for her.
Eyes,
my eyes,
watching her as she walked,
that sick perfume breaking into my nostrils,
the usual,
I said,
the fake smile,
the dread behind her face,
the sound of my car's lock,
it was the loudest thing I'd ever heard,
she must've been deaf.
My obsession.
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