
I’ll never bother you on your throne
So busy knowing all that can be known
Any affection shown immediately stomped
Seeing your face spins my stomach
Waste of a pretty face and a disservice to beauty
Slicing anyone who wants joy to return home
Across the street I longed to know you
Behind our screens I wished to know more
Then I was met with poisoned arrows dipped in hate
The biggest smile recorded while bringing darkness.
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Sour words flow
Straight from your heart
Is there any rest from your murders
Any safe haven from your tongue’s brutality
Broken bones that would heal are broken again
Sympathy isn’t among your vocabulary
Yet somewhere in the pits yeah somewhere in the scary halls
A crying child sits alone with a dozen knives
Aligned so they may be thrown anytime someone discovers her lair.