Before the flames lick your heels.
Before your skin rots and peels.
After you tear your eyes out.
After you stamp your feet, scream, and shout.
Until you succumb to your self-fulfilled prophecy.
I don't wish for you to lay your god damn eyes on me.
Taking and taking
your knees shaking
mind breaking
keep manipulating
Faking your way
you'll see the day
with eyes set upon a grave
a gravel road you forgot to pave.
Pot holes on every turn
it was your own bridge you decided to burn.
And with a face, stern. Showing no concern.
I will propose a toast,
"Here's to the love you'll never earn."
Who the fuck needs effort. Love comes effortlessly.
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