i know you're sick of my updates
hell, i am too.
the lines lie patiently
in hopes the disease strikes again
and free the pressure
but you've barricaded the entrance
and sewn up the mouth
and a sign reads "no emotions allowed."
[disease]
but the prince comes
with his shining eyes
and dazzling smile,
bliding you purposefully.
you take his words like candy
and accept his sugar kisses
and you let down your hair
[disease]
sweet talk now isn't neccessary
he's got what he wants
and his eyes don't sparkle anymore.
his hands are wrapped tight
around your (secret) organ.
yes, and he can crush your heart if he likes.
[disease]
three weeks later
you've been sucked down
and all the laughs in the world
couldn't hide those invisible tears
you've got daisies in your hair
but a chain around your neck
and we all know where it goes from here
[disease]
he makes his decision then
so suddenly, he's sick of you.
and he scrambles down the castle wall
your heart still clenched in his hands.
he hops on his silver horse
and returns to his golden throne
never to see you again.
[disease]
and the illness spills through
because you let him past your barricades
darkness falls and something wicked this way comes.
you lie down peacefully
with empty pill bottles
neatly carpetting the cold stone floor.
and with a shard of your reflection
you open those disastrous lines
and the sickness leaks out.
your own remedy.
i think i'll call it rapunzel. i wrote it while i was waiting for my anti-virus program to scan my computer. el-oh-el.
<3
the lines lie patiently
in hopes the disease strikes again
and free the pressure
but you've barricaded the entrance
and sewn up the mouth
and a sign reads "no emotions allowed."
[disease]
but the prince comes
with his shining eyes
and dazzling smile,
bliding you purposefully.
you take his words like candy
and accept his sugar kisses
and you let down your hair
[disease]
sweet talk now isn't neccessary
he's got what he wants
and his eyes don't sparkle anymore.
his hands are wrapped tight
around your (secret) organ.
yes, and he can crush your heart if he likes.
[disease]
three weeks later
you've been sucked down
and all the laughs in the world
couldn't hide those invisible tears
you've got daisies in your hair
but a chain around your neck
and we all know where it goes from here
[disease]
he makes his decision then
so suddenly, he's sick of you.
and he scrambles down the castle wall
your heart still clenched in his hands.
he hops on his silver horse
and returns to his golden throne
never to see you again.
[disease]
and the illness spills through
because you let him past your barricades
darkness falls and something wicked this way comes.
you lie down peacefully
with empty pill bottles
neatly carpetting the cold stone floor.
and with a shard of your reflection
you open those disastrous lines
and the sickness leaks out.
your own remedy.
i think i'll call it rapunzel. i wrote it while i was waiting for my anti-virus program to scan my computer. el-oh-el.
<3