grins
By whisperer
walk me down the twilight tunnel
sort me through your lines of wasted memories
how many times have you all grin fucked me
i step an inch to be dragged a mile
crooked smiles
soft slitted tongues of soured honey
mead is a wonderful depressent
move you fucking left foot, move
one step at a time and we shall be free again
pounding on walls, visionless and rediagnosed with commercial conduct
the dosage is rank with "no you can't" and smiles
smiles that won't even meet my gaze
the face never reached your eyes
enough insincerity
if i want to start a goddamn fight i'll fuckin start one
who are you to tell me otherwise
"you're just being an ass"
damn straight
and i'll apologize when i'm through
this is not personal and it's not just directed at you
you're not that special
not that i am
grin again
grin fuck me
harder
insults and injuries, walk away from it with your head held high
you have proven your heart still beats
be proud
be fuckin' proud