Whisper you love me in my ear,
Hold me close and wipe my tears.
Even as you are falling away,
Lie to me please and tell me you'll stay-
Forever with me until the end,
And smile sweetly as you play pretend.
Make me believe in every word you say,
Only white lies will hold their sway.
Leave me always in empty dreams,
Lest my heart burst at the seams.
Lie and tell me you'll stay here,
Tell me I have nothing to fear.
Tell me you love me.
there are times I can't believe
how weak-kneed you make me;
how every time you tell me I'm beautiful
I come so close to believing it.
and I know you'll never quite grasp
just how well you know me;
how easily you can make me smile
like I really mean it.
but it's the way you tell me you're smitten
and how you're just so damn sincere
that makes me want to bleed out my lying facade;
'cause darling, I want to feel about you
the way you feel about me--
Vanity Tortures and Tickles by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
Literature
Vanity Tortures and Tickles
The bath water tasted like soda-pop salt. (Convulse) But it's not enough shudder off the sting of stainless steel.
This aqua is a soup of scarlet volcano. (Erupt) Still the whirlpools ooze magma.
The tickle/torture of feather fiber taking flight. I tried offering the corpse her dreams,
she would only hiss through a slit jugular, "Bring me the maggots!"
(Revive Her) She will still wish for death.
The mirror smelled like iron and rusty teeth. (Break) But shattering the picture won't burst forth a new image.
Reflections spitting up scabbed knuckles.
You've broken her arms
Her legs
Her neck
You have killed her
Over and over
Again
But she comes back
To life
Yet you won't
Set her free
You keep her caged
And listen to her
Sad song of
Mourning
And you smile
Knowing that she
Can't escape
Yet one day
She will
She will have been
Stabbed in the
Heart
Strangled and
Mangled
Skinned and
Broken
Her lungs will be
Torn and
Gasping
And her blood wil