BlACK WIDOW

Come dance in the dark with me

And see

What I have to show you

Feel the harsh realization

You’ll never have me to yourself

I’m an endless temptation

This, I pride myself



Let me crush your heart

Does it feel better

When I tear it apart

Then I remembered you never had one

The day you stole mine

I should’ve beat you down and run

But I had to be so naïve and blind



It’s been a year now

You, I never could forget

But for you, I’m practically dead

See my pretty silhouette

Smoke down your cigarette

Watch me, begin to sweat



You don’t recognize

I’m not the girl I was before

In new things I now specialize

I won’t be broken anymore



Seducing you was easy

I lead you outside

You think it’s your lucky night

Your just that sleazy



Your looking at me, with those eyes

I smile. And ask Do you remember?

No, I wish I did you reply

Wrong answer..





In you, goes my knife

I’m laughing as you die

Your blood drenching my shirt

I kick you in the dirt

This is for making me hurt



This baby, is my wrath

You shoulda never used a psycho path

It’s now the boys turn

They need to learn

That when they break us

I’ll be the one to make a fuss

I’m the black widow, to avenge

So come girls tell me what they did

I’ll get your revenge

I’ll make them cringe

I’ll bleed them dry

For all the tears they made you cry

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I thought this would be kinda fun, seeing as how alot of the time girls get screwed over with assholes...

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Micheal Kitchen's picture

you haven't realized that I am already in the dark with you, as you can see by my dreams ( you critiqued my..."poem" called I am afraid of myself). I understand the way you feel, because I cant walk into the light anymore. I want to know of your dreams, I need to kill that corner of my self. There is the majority that wants me to get better, but that single thought of hopelesness over powers it all. my heart belongs to so many, but it will never serve a purpose to me.
until our paths cross again,
love and respect,
micheal kitchen