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[don't think he wouldn't kill to be the one to expose your skill;
don't think he wouldn't dare to hog the hero, and refuse to share;
don't you dare think for just one second that you're only a victim, please trust we'll come only when you beckon.]

'cause when your head's on fire
and you can't hear the ringing in your ears anymore
you're all alone
you're all alone
self-sacrificing victim
catatonic, on the bathroom floor

sometime's I'm blinded by the beauty,
other times you're just the beast,
but at night, in the dark,
man, you shine so bright,
you're truly in your element, you
catatonic
melodramatic
overdressed victim,
our heat'll melt your makeup,
miss, it's time for you to wake up.
C'mon, go face the day,
keep up the smile, it's the twenty-second of May,
don't let them see you hurting, don't show them you're alone,
especially
especially
on the third story men's room floor.

pencil crayons, magic markers,
colour inside the lines,
chalk drawings, fancy paintings,
his blue eyes start to shine,
and that's when you start to realize,
in a teal-aqua kind of way,
[love's kinda like a sharpie; it promises forever, but slowly fades away]

And now my hearts chipped a little to the left, a little to the right, and three ways from Sunday.


Monday's at a crossroad
Tuesday's stuck in traffic.
Wednesday hit it's tenth red light
And Thursday's never coming.
Friday's in the fast lane
Saturday crashed and burned
My heart's three ways from Sunday
Splattered on the men's room floor

January's getting a grip,
February's lost it's bite,
March's heating thing's up,
April's letting those tears fall
fall down.
May's the time when you just start to give up,
June's got you back on the highway .
July's sweating it out,
August's dying under the sun,
September's learning your lesson,
October's the scare of your life,
November's gitting a little more dreadful,
And December's lost it's grip.
So now my heart's splattered three ways from your hands,
Running down the men's room walls.

Yesterday we were counting the seconds.
Tomorrow we'll be counting the days.
Today, let's count the minutes
'Till our heartbreak fades away.
An hour 'till the pain wears off
a half until you're gone
and I'll still be catatonic
blood running down the men's room walls

Now there's nothing left to do, dear,
So let's just count the years.

One more till you smile,
Another three before you leave,
Five until I catch you with her,
Half a minute before you leave.
So let's see that pretty smile,
it's there, written in my blood,
the blood you spilled ,
from the ex-love you killed,
who's now catatonic, hanging from the bathroom ceiling.

Yellow tape across the door,
white chalk where her body fell
Red and blue lights flash outside
And you're no where to be found

Years later, they find you smiling,
Although it's not what it appears.
There's green around your body,
[the green of the grass on her coffin]
There's yellow all around
[they hope it's pollen, it's not,  you're just diseased]
They cover blue with beige,
[your eyes were watching the sky]
As -wrapped in white- you swirled away.

Like the ring around the bathtub
The rust and lime caked on like scars
They'll never know
How much they show
When you're bleeding
crying
catatonic
dying on the men's room floor.
and finally
with a [drip drip drip] dies the sink
with a [drip drip drip] dies the shower
with a [drip dripdrip] dies the smiles
with a [drip drip drip] dies your heart

out like a light
out with a bang
as your lights go out
always were a show-stopper.

x x x

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LadyKylin's avatar
Holy crap. That's all I got. Tis is awesome, I just couldn't stop reading.