The Modern Witch

 So fake,
yeah I can see behind that smile.
Glazed onto your face
like sweet frosting on a poisonous cake.
Don’t give me that preshrunk “kindness”
generic words that can hardly be called “courtesy”
lip service,
even criminals are paid it
when they’re sent to the chair.
words full of so many lies,
am I just your carrion?
since your compliments are flies
just sitting there waiting
till i eventually die
go ahead
slowly kill me inside.
with your sardonic sense of humor,
sharp as a knife.
don’t think the vampire’s gonna kiss you,
cuz he’s really gonna bite.
if an ego could bleed,
you would bleed mine to death.
with your consistent persistent
stabs at my neck.
What,
am I the perfect victim for your lies,
since I’m so shamelessly incredibly unfortunately shy
is it cuz they only see your pretty little face?
smiling so sweetly
so out of place

oh please. stop telling me it was a mistake, 

Making me cry so hard that I start to shake. 

I might be your first, 

but I'm gonna make me your last. 

your words'll be history.

The die is cast.