i plead insanity
he is the bandit who stole sanity from me
he is the bandit who stole sanity from me
he is the bandit who stole sanity from me
repetitious whips slit through mental will
triggering feelings of guilt
then filled by the millions of voices
that tell me my choice was correct
my decision to kill, a perfect skill
I am not a suspect
you see...i was neglected
it affected me
didn’t expect it to
lead me on this killing spree
of one...
his attention for me was suspended
and I was sent to detention for
wanting too much from him
wanting him too much
wanting, while he taunted me
with words like love and forever
promise dangled in front of me
like a mangled coyote chasing
a stiff-neck bird
How clever, the “never” that
echoed through his actions
were missing from his kisses
there was no impotency
of his dick
because of this
He is the bandit...
not me...
all I wanted to do was love
him above all others
woo him with true
intentions
seduce him with
my sexy dimensions
he was supposed to mean
more to me
than being yet another
who walked out on me
who stole my sanity...
not him, he said
his eyes ablaze with
anger, then doused
by fear
he is the
nameless blame
I am the
faceless shame
we play the
same tired game
that finishes the same
I am the /loser/victim/creator of mayhem
I am the/clueless/mentally sick/sista who killed him
in the end
because he never
befriended me
from me
he took everything
and so I did the same
and the finger
pointed to blame
anointed me
appointed me
as snuffer of the flame
but I made sure
he didn’t suffer
I wasn’t rough
and he was tougher
but eventually I’d had enough
I put a bullet blast in place of
the smirk that plastered his face
ooops...did I just say I killed him?
see...he willed me to do it
he was thrilled that I was skilled
with the gun
taught me how to use it for
hunting and fun
too bad he was the one
to feel the steel seed
before I was done
yeah...I watched him bleed
My greed to succeed is now satisfied
My need to wreak havoc now quiet inside
I feed on that feeling as though it were fried
I watch as both he and the voices have died
he is the bandit who stole sanity from me
he is the bandit who stole sanity from me
repetitious whips slit through mental will
triggering feelings of guilt
then filled by the millions of voices
that tell me my choice was correct
my decision to kill, a perfect skill
I am not a suspect
you see...i was neglected
it affected me
didn’t expect it to
lead me on this killing spree
of one...
his attention for me was suspended
and I was sent to detention for
wanting too much from him
wanting him too much
wanting, while he taunted me
with words like love and forever
promise dangled in front of me
like a mangled coyote chasing
a stiff-neck bird
How clever, the “never” that
echoed through his actions
were missing from his kisses
there was no impotency
of his dick
because of this
He is the bandit...
not me...
all I wanted to do was love
him above all others
woo him with true
intentions
seduce him with
my sexy dimensions
he was supposed to mean
more to me
than being yet another
who walked out on me
who stole my sanity...
not him, he said
his eyes ablaze with
anger, then doused
by fear
he is the
nameless blame
I am the
faceless shame
we play the
same tired game
that finishes the same
I am the /loser/victim/creator of mayhem
I am the/clueless/mentally sick/sista who killed him
in the end
because he never
befriended me
from me
he took everything
and so I did the same
and the finger
pointed to blame
anointed me
appointed me
as snuffer of the flame
but I made sure
he didn’t suffer
I wasn’t rough
and he was tougher
but eventually I’d had enough
I put a bullet blast in place of
the smirk that plastered his face
ooops...did I just say I killed him?
see...he willed me to do it
he was thrilled that I was skilled
with the gun
taught me how to use it for
hunting and fun
too bad he was the one
to feel the steel seed
before I was done
yeah...I watched him bleed
My greed to succeed is now satisfied
My need to wreak havoc now quiet inside
I feed on that feeling as though it were fried
I watch as both he and the voices have died
2 Comments:
Ha...sanity, yes.
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