Her Cold, Gruesome Mentality
I looked in her eyes and all I saw was plastic.
The look of unreality; something not alive.
She tried to hold him; she tried to care.
She couldn’t help the fact that she was never really there.
The evil in her eyes; such an unfaithful soul.
A heart that was boiled in nothing but metal.
Her body was fake, her postures skimpy.
And he fell for her; she didn’t catch him. He’s limping.
He felt like he loved her; he made himself care.
Did he even know what her real name was?
Sitting on the outside watching him abused,
I couldn’t take the on look of watching him get used.
She was so far away; though to him she was right there.
A devil wearing the mask of love.
The mask was all he ever paid attention to.
There was somebody else for him; he didn’t care who.
None of these words matter; they may never be heard.
I see deep inside, he is scared and alone.
Drowning his real feelings in this and in that.
Not seeing how this girl was really just a lying rat.
She’s a beastly vampire draining him of life.
A ghost in the fog called love using him.
He is the insect, and she the spider.
He’s caught in her web, and she may light him on fire.
Within his soul I know he is scared.
He has instincts in which he pays no attention.
Maybe one day he shall be saved.
But it’s his innocence in which the Empusa craved.
She got him; she drained him, and now he is done.
There is no more left of the perfection I saw.
She was never anything of reality.
Nothing but cold mentality.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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