Irony
She tells me I’m the one to blame
Darling, this is all just a game
So much to gain in the time you burn
I think it’s about time you learn
Rub the poison into your skin
Toxic as the vulgarity of your sin
As purifying as gasoline
I think you’re a little mean
They tell me their just thoughts
I’ve wasted time with what I’ve fought
King and crown of decadence
Just some mindless self-indulgence
Saturated, crimson teeth
For a short time, we’re all free
Another night of enlightenment
Too premature, but so prominent
Pay the token for a blood stain
Most think it comes free with the pain
Fractured structure; break me down
Too long I’ve been numb
Until now
Take another breath
This will be your last
There will be no second glances
No calm before the storm
This is final moment
The last second
Close your eyes
Here it comes
The highest point in your life
Take the check in your hand
And the bullet in your back
Fool
Copyright © Seth Cross | Year Posted 2011
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