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Six: bloodspill

it’s

my

fucking

fault,

isn’t

it?

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Mock the Weak: PG Edition

You call me a bitch like it’s a bad thing
You call me a freak, like that means something
Can’t get your way, so you’re so pissed off!
I think we know the rest, but get it off your chest!

~*~

Cross me, pin me on one

See you at my crosshairs

Crossroads, wrong paths

So deal with me, you dare

Maybe you’ll stop staring

With a frown on your face

When you stop swimming

On the shit that you made

Oh I’m sorry, am I too rude?

Well fuck, I don’t care, I say

I inherited this crap attitude

From your gene pool anyway

If you got stupid issues, then

Just mail it to press release

Don’t turn a knife on my skin

To scratch latest news piece

You’re slipping on delusions

Get a grip, start being sober

Your power’s just disillusion

Sorry, but your game is over

‘Cause you just can’t piss off

A man who’s really having fun

And you can’t fuck over a guy

Who in the first place, is done.

~*~

I don’t give a shit
I love it when you call me a bitch
Like it’s a bad thing!

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Die Prinzessin und der Drache

You’ve got a lot of nerve
But not a lot of spine
You made your bed
When you worried about mine
This ends now!!!

~*~

Will you never learn your lesson of not exacerbating the situation, pretty pink princess, shining of faux bravery and twisted self-pity?

Just when the skies were crystal clear to fly in an easy escape, you stupidly pulled along your own cloud of dark gloom and self-misery

Peal princess of glittering pearls and shimmering gold, sheeny fluffed gown screaming loudly with pathetic colours of desperate attention

You’d do anything to get noticed, going so far as to sneak in the dank dusty dungeons and poke the undisturbed malevolent dragon

Drag the entire town along with your destruction, your diamond crown and sympathetic fake smile acting as your personal “get out of jail” card

Crying a storm of teardrops while taunting behind your spineless back so hard that you deserve your own selfish shameless spiteful award

You may be cold falling rain honey, but my fiery shocking lightning strike travels faster than your foolish self-centered mind would care to think

You maybe think you’re safe for now, but I’ve got wizards held captive, and if only hatred is purely poisonous, then dearie, you’d already be fucking killed.

…and good riddance, too.

~*~

I wouldn’t hold my breath if I was you
Cause I’ll forget but I’ll never forgive you
Don’t you know, don’t you know
True friends stab you in the front?

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Collected Rage

Arcs of deep breaths

Oxygen collected within

Bulging blue fists clenched

The monster barely contained

.

Slip of tongue and bone

She prattles ceaselessly on

Obnoxious declarations

For all her pitiful affectations

.

Calm no longer an option

I lust for defenestrations

Last of goodwill crumbles away

Demons have come to play

.

Vivid unkind thoughts

Crimson flashes of blood spilled

Madness, fostered, taught

A friend might just get killed.

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