you lie.
you lie.
you lie.
But I won't say a thing. I have no sound to be put out.
Just noise that I wanna make.
on your ears.
in your room. in a restroom. wherever we happen to crash into each other.
i thought it could happen, but there's no room for your presence again. and so it goes on.
your lies that will remain your lies, that you will think I've never got right, but honestly, I really don't care.
A couple of nights ago, the poison quickly dying the blood in greenish tons of a rotten apple. one that you didn't dare to bite. I dared you. I scared you. why would you care?
it's all a big lie.
then a day later, it's all turned into a big fuck. with ingredient available at the time. dark alleys, angry approach, bitter taste of your saliva on my tongue. I offer you a drink of my molotov cocktail, the one between my legs.
and even after a big tease, you remain defeated. sitting in front of me as if resisting me would allow you a big prize. what reward is it in avoiding what has already happened... in your thoughts and in mine?
liar.
fucking hot looking liar.
i'll pretend i believe you just so i can put my hands down your pants.
