Post by soldierboy81 on Mar 7, 2015 20:08:36 GMT -6
*** To My Dearest Psychopath ***
Written by soldierboy81
At first sight, you want to touch me,
Love me, caress me, so we can always be;
You won't even ask my name, you ignore it,
Wanting nothing more than to "hit".
I fail to understand your rationale,
Which is elementary, but that's just me being "nice";
Yes, love me, caress me, touch me, tease me,
Discarding your morals by the slice.
You said you "love" me,
But what is love among the present world?;
Aside from screwing around, ranking and degrading,
No, love is dead, its purity spent and curled.
Don't preach to me about negativity,
Positivists only exist in fairytales and Saturday morning specials;
Oh, but pacifism is true, very true,
Just take a look at this degraded community.
How could you deny that you're just like me,
When you feel, bleed, cry, sweat, exude and die?;
How could you discard the "you" hidden in the shadows,
Blanketed by smiles in the day, exposed at night when you cry?
No, you don't have to shed a tear, chauvinists,
You just have to *feel* it chilling your heart;
Real men don't cry, yeah, that's a lie,
Especially when they can't please their private part.
Yes, yes, you want to touch me,
Love me, caress me, so we can always be;
You won't even ask my name, you ignore it,
Wanting nothing more than to "hit".
I fail to understand your rationale,
Which is elementary, but that's just me being "nice";
Yes, love me, caress me, touch me, tease me,
Discarding your morals by the slice.
Don't bother greeting me,
When you can't even look me in the eye;
Silently judge me, you self-hating dreg,
Become what you hate, and relish in a sweet lie.
Yes, yes, I wasn't easy enough,
So I'm immediately trash, garbage, a whore;
Please, keep going, Mr. Perfect, Ms. Flawless,
Constructing verbal and social facades galore.
Hate the man who speaks truth,
Love the man who slits your throat with a dagger;
Contradict and prostitute yourself willingly,
And cover it up with corrupted words like "swagger".
Oh, *goodness gracious*, you want to touch me,
Love me, caress me, so we can always be;
You won't even ask my name, you ignore it,
Wanting nothing more than to "hit".
I fail to understand your rationale,
Which is elementary, but that's just me being "nice";
Yes, love me, caress me, touch me, tease me,
Discarding your morals by the slice.
Yes, categorize me, abuse me in every way,
Spread rumors about me, threaten me, kill me, *and become what you hate*;
Embrace the "you" hidden in shadows, and let the world know the truth:,
You're a psychopath that hates what he loves, but you'll never have me ... so go masturbate.