Goody-Goody
goody, goody
what's in the bag?
remains of your life i now have
goody goody
it was pointless
to offer your life to work and focus
goody goody
your skin will melt
the last number on the clock stops at twelve
my history was a part of me
they all seemed to under-think
my earliest abilities
of lethal thoughts and troubled schemes
Your breath is about to be revoked
now i've got us both alone...
the weight of the knife
against your frail throat
fulfilling it's sweet tooth
perfusing your sad wails
no one but us exists within these walls
gagging and struggling
i catch you for your last fall
my shirt isn't drenched enough
the blade isn't dull enough
out your wrists escapes all of the good stuff
desperation
mutilation
pools of crimson
who would have thought of this?
who would have gone through with it?
back on schedule
time for studies
too bad i was caught for being bloody
i wasn't in it for the money
i was thirsty for the running
of your delicious tears
your sobbing
i've succeeded
the souls disembodied
you were right
i am heavy
but now from the burden of your body...
goody goody
two shoes
belittle me and i will haunt you
goody goody
two shoes
no more running for you
i am sorry, i am sorry
i am sorry, i am sorry
i am sorry, i am sorry
i'm so sorry...
Scare Me Good contest
September 28, 2016
Copyright © Agony Aiane | Year Posted 2016
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