Psychopath,

Pyromaniac,

Fake laugh.

Body cast,

Nicotine patch,

Can I make it last?

Probably not.

I always fuel the fire,

With delicious desire,

Then my best friend wears a wire,

Broke down;

Flat tire.

Love affair,

More like truth or dare.

Wishful thinking.

Can’t swim,

I’m drowning—

Sinking.

Too little too late,

Hellbound,

Heaven’s gate.

Razorblade,

Ice Skate,

Isn’t it ironic?

Fate.

Date—

Rape drug,

Shoulder shrug,

Rock bottom;

Hole’s already dug.

The crowd screams no,

It’s a sold-out show,

Tinman.

No heart.

Coward;

Scarecrow.

You mean no,

You say yes.

First place?

More like second best;

High fashion?

Worst dressed.

Educated,

Dilapidated,

Strategic Mess,

Hypothesis;

Lucky guess.

Bullet.

Proof.

Vest.

Never right,

Always wrong.

Trying to find my voice,

But I got no song.

Three-foot-bong,

What’s up,

Donkey Kong?

And when I still can’t get it right.

I try to remember—

Brad Pitt,

The club;

Fight.

Batter up,

I strike,

You run.

He’s got a gun.

And she’s blinded by the sun.

So will I choose darkness or light?

If I decide to fight,

I might just win.

Fuck this life of sin.

xoxo,

macey bee