"I don't love you anymore"
Then this house went silent
feeling the hurricane forming in my blood stream
looking at you through the glass
in a dark room...
convincing myself you didn't speak
masquerading to me mesmerized by a molding tile
tracing with my eyes the heart shaped mildew
preserving myself from this moment
"Did you hear me?"
I denied to respond
just get the depiction
I won't pore
You said the malice in my seraphic eyes
would be your redemption
so you choose to crucify me
a silent movie running through my lucid mind
but I can ingeminate your voice
listening to this track over and over
slowly drifting into a drug induced coma
you're smiling at me
crying forever with the integrity of a politician
"It will get better with time, just learn to hate me"
Yet I can't, something in you touched me so deep
and it won't dissolve
I'm rueful I corrupted you're little fantasy.
You quote literature
then basic psychology
Leave me without your plastic sympathy
I'm peeling back the layers
exposing everything you really are
I have nothing to lose now
can you handle it?
melt away into being nothing more
than a figment of my imagination
After all, plastic will always liquefy when it starts to boil.
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