FAK3

Speak easy,
my dearest needle,
bleed me dry of hate,
that gets me no where

i love it when
you speak to me like
im something human,
something real

the sound
of your voice,
its melodious
and thick with untruth

swim me around
in your pool of toys,
and string me along
for amusement

play my emotions
on keys too high for me,
and take me low,
lower than i can handle

give me sharp objects
and watch me bleed
for feeling

hand me words; promises,
on empty platters,
that shine fakely
in equally fake lighting

smile,
your perly whites are just
a bit too white,
it makes me sick
that you try to be perfect

feed me poison,
and see how long i live
break my heart again,
just to see what i can take

kill me slowly,
and make sure i die,
screaming your name in anguish,

steal my soul,
and make me yours,
because thats the only way
i could ever love you.