Backstabber

Everywhere you dare to look

Theres an enemy plotting your downfall

And its your face I took

Storing it in my memory like top secret spies would a mission

And it might not be your fault that youre hated

Isolated, berated, intimidated

But honey youre just oh so jaded

You rise like dust and taste like it too

Oh how gorgeous it must be to be you

You've betrayed everyone you've ever known

I'm not an exception in your dizzying destruction

Even though first off friendship was shown

You made your coffin shaped like a flower but we all know

You stab in the front with an aquired taste for the blood

So you can leap into flames just to escape before you fry

While the chefs shake their fists and of anger there is a flood

You think youre so damn clever, we think youre a mentally disabled ugly endeavor

 

A face like yours could make a sane person squirm

With the added bonus of your voice, for hell he will yearn

Like a weak boxer without a slingshot against goliath you're doomed from the start

And all you scream about is your  "poor", "fragile" nonexistant heart

 

 

 

Reviews

[Secondhand Tink]

Excellent, very bitter well written love the use of different styles to show different things strongly.

I'm finally at the end of my entire review of ur work, I loved every last piece, from start to end,my favourite of course always being the one all written in blue with bits of '4am forever', but i also loved 'one hour' ur such a great writer you really are and its amazing!XD

Love you so much bbe,
always.

-Nai.