I can shed my skin like a snake
I wear your bones like trophies
Its days like these that seem too frequent
Its nights like these that rip away
All your tender woes and bleeding hearts
All your melodramatic romanticism
All your stupid fucking stars
Run from me like a pregnant finch
Martyrdom is over rated
Cliché is too cliché
A snake bite with no venom
And no one cares who broke up with you
The music you play is so random
Its so experimental
You wear trends like ugly armor
Its so hysterical
The blood you bleed is so red
Its so typical
I will wallow in my sheep skin
Parading my synthetic smile
To you all
Like a fucking suit
I will appease you
Smug
Yet abrasive
I will wait to strike
When the time is right
© 2008 Bella Butchery
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