[PrettyxWeapons]

I'm not really positive about how these things work seeing as this is my first post, but i'll give it a shot.


This may be the best I'll ever be, a broken boy with his arms torn off.
An erector set that never had the screws or bolts or means to be put together, thank you.
I appreciate your concern (or lack there of).
Your words were sharp, but not as sharp as your tongue, and it cut me down. The feeling of your words piercing my proverbial skin was alluring,
Or maybe I'm just lying.
I hope you understand that none of this means anything, you were never real. And the fragments can't be put together, you made sure of that, you and your hammer, an extension of your passion to destroy.
Cut, smash, break, repair, cut smash break.
You cut out the bull**** and didn't bother crossing the i's or dotting the t's,
Or maybe it was the other way around.
Language isn't anything these days,
And twenty six characters isn't nearly enough
To piece together the words to explain the damage we've caused.
We started Armageddon on a small scale that night,
We stole the sun and locked it in a box in my hands.
We knew they'd never find it.
They walked around blind and helpless while we stayed in the light,
Surveying the damage done,
Oh what an insult to injury.
Now look at what we've done,
Look at what we've ****ing done.
Some things bare repeating
Or maybe I just enjoy the thought of being redundant,
redundant redundant redundant redundant,
Oh the irony, right?
Peeling off our skin, you looked so lovely from the inside,
But I guess looks can be deceiving,
Oh the things that should be said out loud.
I'm losing it aren't I?
Jumping from one thing to the next,
I'm no acrobat,
I can barely stand straight as it is.
Am I making any sense?
Sometimes I don't think so.
I'm like a viper that can only bite it's tongue,
Because I feel like everything I say poisons me more and more.
And I just swallow it all,
I can feel it in me now,
Tearing me apart from the inside out, or maybe the outside in,
But that doesn't work much these days.
Every sight is like a snapshot,
Freeze framed at the worst part of the rest of my days,
A broken mirror and bloody foot steps.
You always said talking to me was like walking on egg shells,
But I think it was more like broken glass,
Because one of us always got hurt.
And now your words are on delay,
Your mouth moves but I don't hear what you say until days later.
You make me feel like I'm underwater.
Like I'm suffocating.
Hearing you speak is worse than death,
Because at least death only happens once,
But your words are endless, like a book that never ends,
And every time I think I'm done and I close it
A thousand more pages appear,
Each one more destructive than the next.
You drew up the blue prints for my demise,
I can't thank you enough for that,
So you just keep saying those pretty words
And I'll keep staring lidless at the sun,
Because you put it in my hands.