Into Smithereens [c o m p l e t e]

• Ambiguous •

Puzzled to deal with which face
With those envious looks.
Leaving marks in every place,
And scribbling it in books.

Seeing the flames of hate
As I'm something you dread.
There's really no debate
They're covering you to the head.

You're dying to keep your mark
Higher than any of us all.
Your intentions become more dark
When you see someone fall.

Why don't you have a break
To attempt your heart to- pure?
It holds venom like a snake.
Does it have any remains to cure?

You're careful with every move
That no one's lurking behind your back.
Your case has nothing to prove
The ambiguity smoke is fuming black.

You have a wicked fake smile
That all happiness; it drains.
Yet I can see it from a mile,
Sorry, you've got little brains.

Neglecting everything I felt;
My tears were forming lakes.
Your hate was like a belt,
And you never held your brakes.

Get me out of your mind;
Because I'm already off your sight.
I'm not really your kind,
Or I'll haunt your thoughts at night.