i'll shake your hand but it doesnt mean i respect you.

hands constantly cold, i've waited long enough.
palm to palm, eye to eye.
your smirk to my frown.
if you want me, now is your time to take it.
im done with fighting
and im done with trying.
i'll just rant and complain some more on the way to hell,
but im through with the fucking begging.

i left myself for dead.

malicious fucking smile with her eyes wide open.
broken and burnt finger nails,
skinned and burnt flesh.
holding up my arm,
the fingers that glided across her face,
broken and bent back.
slit wrists with the veins and vessels dangling out.
malicious fucking smile and a laugh for the ages
filled with malevolence and spite.
god had it out for me, all this fucking spite.
shaky, tensed up throat, coughing last bit of blood.
shaky and tensed throat,
"good morning, beautiful."

a hardship at its finest will be my one way ticket.

tired and sore,
my fingers have grown dead at the tips, callous.
my mouth is weak from trying to explain while
these hands tremble from this absence.

as we keep going on and on, arguments seem like a waste of time, worthless.
it seems like its been years since ive seen you and i still have so much to say.


we can no longer walk due to the circumstances that we're in.
youve turned your back on what you said youve always wanted...

now im left here worthless and careless and alone.