Smile With the Muderer
Hope left with a smile,
her fingertips drifting over your new red streaks.
Stained fingertips,
metallic tasting lips.
"I'm sorry",
you're lying.
The beat of your heart,
matching a fallen drum.
Hope left you,
back against the wall.
Left you to be eaten by the rage you set up against yourself.
her fingertips drifting over your new red streaks.
Stained fingertips,
metallic tasting lips.
"I'm sorry",
you're lying.
The beat of your heart,
matching a fallen drum.
Hope left you,
back against the wall.
Left you to be eaten by the rage you set up against yourself.