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Do you know what the sting of vicarious feels like? Can you understand the ache I feel? You've become oil to my skin. Feeding the flames. I can't hear the words you once spoke to me. You've become an empty shell. A Nympha skin clinging to us all. One problem. You continue to shed. You never molt into anything. Just cast your shell. What was it about you I found so endearing? What was it about you that I took pride in?
Charisma?
Perhaps.
We all need a good boost now and then. Too much charisma and you're controlling an army of mindless drones. Sprechen Sie Deutsch?
She watched the moonlight infest the night sky. A thousand words could never amount to the bitter taste in her mouth. The cold sting in her heart. The loss of truth as she knew it once to be. It was a lie. A lie masked in a form she trusted. She gave him everything. For what? He left her to clean up his messes. He used her. Rang her dry and tossed her out as if she meant nothing.
Only come around when you want something, I'm sorry. I don't work that way.
I'm a defective robot. Someone forgot to input my "Take orders" card and instead inserted a heart and a brain.
You're good. I'll give you that. For a minute there, I thought you were capable. Of caring. Of being grateful. Of understanding what a friend really was.
Komm her, bleib hier
Wir sind gut zu dir
Komm her, bleib hier
Wir sind Brüder dir
Friend: A person who'd die for you. Who'd bleed for you. Who'd endure torture, if it meant you were safe.
You've plucked my last penny. You've sopped up my last tear. You've gotten a new taxi driver. A new puppet. It won't be long now.
I trusted you. Confided in you. Believed in you. For what? An empty pocket. A broken heart. And a voice at the other end of the phone, rather than a person sitting next to me.
My heart hurts. I don't even think you care. I don't think you can. You're a damn good liar though. You had me believing that I was somebody important.
This vendetta doesn't stop here. Your poison has seeped deeper than you know it. Flip your coin, Two-Face. Prove us wrong. You're never at fault. You're never wrong. As the day ends, just remember the face in that mirror. Soon it will be the only thing you'll know.
 Made27 · Sat Jun 02, 2007 @ 07:06am · 1 Comments |
