Dinosawesome
11-23-2008, 05:07 AM
When it comes down to the smile or frown,
The knife or the crown, the king or the clown.
I guess I can say that today was the day,
I said all the things that I swore not to say.
The ribbons of light that dance on the poles,
Use eloquent twists similar to my thoughts.
And every bad book,
That held me like a hook,
Had never held venom like one of her looks.
While every smile,
Holding in rancid bile,
Was never enough to make this worth my while.
And the doctor I built cannot sew up this wound,
Because it's so black that his tools are consumed.
The stiches catch fire as the scalpels, they melt.
This is no different from how I've always felt.
The knife or the crown, the king or the clown.
I guess I can say that today was the day,
I said all the things that I swore not to say.
The ribbons of light that dance on the poles,
Use eloquent twists similar to my thoughts.
And every bad book,
That held me like a hook,
Had never held venom like one of her looks.
While every smile,
Holding in rancid bile,
Was never enough to make this worth my while.
And the doctor I built cannot sew up this wound,
Because it's so black that his tools are consumed.
The stiches catch fire as the scalpels, they melt.
This is no different from how I've always felt.