God Threw Me a Bone. I Wanted a Gun.

If they told me the world was ending I don't think I'd be sad -
At least we'd get rid of the loose ends.
When I say loose ends, I mean the kind of kids you wish were dead.
Same old, same new.
Same big fucking deal
Whole in the head but not in the chest.
Leaking my soul out through my pores.
This isn't pity, I just ran out of bullets.
There's a boulder of hurt coming and I'd love you to visit when it hits home.
Sit tight and wait for the next strike.
I'm that ticking time bomb you kick when you're bored.
Because you can. Because you want to.
Because I'm set to explode.
Skeletons in the closet and ghosts in the attic.
The neighbour's aren't happy about the smell of chloric acid, but it's a great conversation starter.
"I hope you drown in your own despair"
And I hope that's not that end of it.

You Can Have Your Cake and Eat it

Once upon a ballroom you took my hand,
Tilted down in a bow,
"May I have this dance?"
Through the dresses, they missed us,
Our feet sharing secrets -
We're conspiring.
I never thought we'd end this way.
In this masquerade of chesire grins and raised chins,
Their blind smiles are vile and makeshift.

Together we could break hearts.
On the night sky's balcony,
You bent your knee and you begged me,
The dream is dying and I'm overdue to be gone,
To be long gone.
He smiled and said, "Shuffle my head."
One of us don't belong.
"Tap your feet together and swear you'll stay forever."
My knight on a rocking horse. My head on a chopping board.
When we depart I swear not to restart.
In this mad mess of uselessness, our promises are hopeless.

Through the mess, pity kissed us,
Our hearts shared our whispers.