I hate the sight of your face today
You're filling me with rage
I sometimes wish I could take my nails
And just rip the flesh right off of it
Then maybe I wouldn't have to see
The lack of concern you have for me
I hate the way you lead me to believe
For just a moment that you love me
Then just as quickly leave me cold
Alone in this house while you're off on your own
Being aloof just to prove you can
Your act isn't fooling me this time
I can see by the way you glare at me
That something inside you wants to touch me
You deserve an award for how you deftly
Hide your heart
I know I should leave you to your
Sick and twisted games but something
Inside your dead black eyes makes me stop
And want to play
Maybe so that someone can say they won
That they finally beat you and left
You lost for words
I know I can figure you out and break the code
And get inside the clubhouse
But will there be anything left of me
When I win?
for Hastur
I love you so Fucking much!
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