31 July 2012
Look over here, my darling.
Oh, you disgust me.
Smiles trying to break me.
With sharpened nails you waste me.
Get ready to choke because here comes the no.
Not much to pick. My minds sick.
You've twisted it.
Your apologies are overdue.
Would you believe me if I said I'm over you?
You say the words, I'll start a riot.
Your games picking me apart.
I'll hand you a dagger & my beating heart.
Lovesick & Twisted • Opuss № I