It's Funny
It's funny.
How you died today,
How you left me in pain,
How you woke every part of me
I had thought was sane.
It's funny.
How I can sit here next to you,
Even while your cold,
Even when you don't move.
It's funny.
How I can speak to you,
This time you'll listen,
Won't interupt, won't be rude.
It's funny.
That I feel so full,
With your cold hand in mine,
Before you wouldn't even try,
wouldn't attempt to be mine.
It's funny.
How you feasted on my emotions,
for all these years,
broke me down into tears.
It's funny.
Tonight I'll get my happy ending,
All this time I lost,
Spending days trying to get you just to see me.
It's funny.
How I'm laying in your blood.
Soaked in your blood.
Tasting your blood.
It's funny.
This joy I feel,
So fake yet so real,
This is the last kiss I'll steal.
It's funny.
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[In The Pink Pants]
Age: 17 MSN: GrindcoreDeadBaby@yahoo.com
Sex: Female, Name: Mongoose
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