It is too late,
The way the mind
Crumbles like
A rotten home.
It is too late for me,
To ease the pain,
The soul has departed
And I am to act
As peacekeeper
When I would
Much rather be
A villain.
In my mind,
Let's run away.
Hold my hand,
No one else matters.
And can I be dead
Like you?
And can I fly
Like you?
Will you teach me
About all the
Missing pieces?
But don't blanch
At what I am.
You don't know
What I am.
A monster
Parading around
As a saint.
A saint that pretends
To be insane.
You can't have it
Both ways, sis.
But I would run.
Far away until you
Can catch me.
And I would taunt you
Until it kills you.
Because that's the kind
Of horrible girl
That I am.