Young Alien Type
Bluelighter
I hate you.
I want to rip you limb from limb,
making love to you all the while.
You've stolen my heart, and I don't know
if I'll ever get it back
(or a replacement).
And for that, you either deserve
to die, or
to be held forever.
And you flaunt, to my face,
the fact of your possession.
Every moment I cast my loving scowl.
On your shelf, gaining value and dust,
until the bank calls.
Wrap me tighter around your finger;
I can stll breathe.
We can't have that, now can we?
(Author's note- Fuck.)
I want to rip you limb from limb,
making love to you all the while.
You've stolen my heart, and I don't know
if I'll ever get it back
(or a replacement).
And for that, you either deserve
to die, or
to be held forever.
And you flaunt, to my face,
the fact of your possession.
Every moment I cast my loving scowl.
On your shelf, gaining value and dust,
until the bank calls.
Wrap me tighter around your finger;
I can stll breathe.
We can't have that, now can we?
(Author's note- Fuck.)
