Thursday, July 30, 2009

Pass over the wine, and throw out the sour milk

".....Wake up....and face me. Don't play dead..'cause maybe...Someday I will walk away and say...You disappoint me. Maybe you're better off this way......"

The song just plays, somewhat speaking the words in my mind that won't come out. I play it loud and clear to you...your lifeless body...

I lick the blood off my fingers, staring at the long cut on your leg, as you sweat and shake on the seat, I smirk.

seeing you scared of me wasn't part of the plan, but it somehow made me feel stronger, like finally being the one on top. Instead of being the one that gets left behind hurting, you are hurting. You are in my place and I in yours.

How does it feel to be the underdog, your highness?