and i pressed promises to your lips
laced with cyanide
forever pressed itself against my spine
i heard your whispers
chose to ignore them
and kissed you again
that was always the quickest way
to shut you up
 
my razor sharp tounge
cuts the roof of your mouth
blood dribbles down your chin
i`m humming lovesongs in my throat
as i bite your lip
breaking skin
 
do you remember the girl
who worshipped you
and kissed every self inflicted wound
well she`s gone
finally got tired of being hurt
she died a quiet death inside my heart
but you will not kill me
so easily
kicking and screaming
i`ll take you with me
 
but let us talk of other things
it`s a pretty day out
a pretty day to die
 
 

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