i said no

6.

i cave in on myself

protecting

every inch I can.

i was made of paper,

and you knew.

i tasted of thick honey,

and you knew.

i stepped on sunshine,

and you knew.

i breathed out warmth,

and you knew.

but now

i am made of granite,

and you don't know.

i taste of bleach,

and you don't know.

i step on rusted spikes,

and you don't know.

i breath out disease,

but trust me, you'll know

because when i lay my angel eyes

on your disgusting sac of bones

i will sink my teeth in to the dirt

and scream

until you bleed from every crevice.

your begs of forgiveness

will mean nothing

(just like my pleading for you to stop

didn't mean a single fucking thing)