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Why I don't know,

But I've decided to trust you.

Hand myself over on that proverbial silver platter.

Not just for breakfast anymore...

You accepted graciously,

The endless confusion that is me.

So, I guess I should thank you for that...

You have me now,

Any plans?

Want something you've never had before?

You've never had me...

No one has.

I'll point it out to you a few times.

Just so it sinks in.



I'm sinking,

The silver is tarnished...

You scream and scream.

Tarnished, and it was my job to keep it safe.

So I feel it,

Feel your over powering of me.

And I laugh, just because.

Feeling something is better than nothing at all.

But you'll never know that

You'll never feel.

I trust you more than anything though.

Remember? I wrote it down

Signed in blood, and that rot.

I think you framed it

Just so you could shove it to me once and a while.

Contracts with the devil's pussy.

Because, you'll never have enough of a backbone for any real evil

And you know it.

You fucking know it.



Have a good time last night?

With the whores you call your lady friends.

Well, at least you have friends.

Me,

No one.

But you...

You love pointing that out.

"No one gives a damn whether you live or die except me you stupid cunt"

Yeah, I heard you.

And you know,

I'm not even angry anymore.



I've had an impossible time shaking this dream

Or is it a nightmare?

Chills,

Travel my spine....

Spreading out to make me numb.

Can you feel it?

Can you?

Didn't think so.

So yeah, I'll laugh.

Insanely just for some sanity.

I'm going out with a tear in my hand,

Alluding to something you'll know nothing about.

You never took the chance to learn....

Then you gave up all your rights to that chance...



So hand me back my silver platter.

Take hers,

You'll need it.

You'll need something...