I’ll rip this friendly blade across my arm tonight
Once for me, once for you
Two more for the we that we never knew
Three more times, torture is through
Twilight dances across my body
Limp in its beautiful light
I was pretty, but you never told me
I didn’t ever see it until tonight
The moon makes the tears on my face luminous
Read my note by the light of my tears please
Give the aura more spunk
Build on this body, foundation
What you wanted me to be
Make my robot prettier than my mirror let me be
Make her smarter
And make sure that her legs aren’t incapable of grace
Don’t forget to give her more kindness than I offered
Make her better
Than me.
I kind of miss myself
In odd, cynical way
I don’t miss the part of me that was you
To be more specific
Keep the vagues at bay
Headlights now
I hope they see my body
Because I want all of me in my casket
The car isn’t stopping
My white flesh rips
Arms outstretched, limbs erect
This is what I am
Dear Cadillac, sweet Cadillac
Why didn’t you see my corpse?
I suppose I should have waved you down
I suppose not
Dear Cadillac, sweet Cadillac
Look what you’ve done to me
You didn’t see me
Lying there
Alone
Again
You didn’t see my gray eyes
They used to be so green
I wanted more, I needed more
Crying can only cease hunger for so long
I guess you didn’t see the puddle of liquid rubies
I bled them for you
I bled them for me
I bled them on my own
In your tires my skin is etched
My Mona Lisa of my flesh
Priceless now
Have you kept driving?
You didn’t see me
No one else does
Either
The ground devours what’s left of me
Devours what I was
My spirit lingers, ghost-like
Can’t you feel the haunting presence?
Can’t you feel my draining essence?
Well when the parade of my passing
Explodes with gray light
I don’t expect you to be there
So don’t feel guilty
It’s all right
I don’t expect you to be there
A shoulder for my mother to weep into
I don’t expect you to be there
A friend for my brother to confide into
I don’t expect you to be there
Whilst what beaten remains of me that were found
Get lowered into the ground
I don’t expect you to be there
I don’t expect you to be there
To see my solid depression
Rot away
I don’t expect you to be there
rhyming and flow isn't very steady, but whatever
pattern and beat changes continually, i know
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