Heart hanging out
you're too accepting of this,
there's a different measure
of how you can't handle what you can't see.
Six hours left
the clock is ticking
in time with your pulse;
pull the reigns.
Stop shouting,
there is a giant abyss,
right under your feet
and right above your tongue.
You look, up and down,
and what you cannot see
turns out to be you downfall
and I push you toward the sea.
Hurry up and get it over with,
jump off the cliff I will provide -
a cheer, as you scream, to your death.
Sit back, easy track, tell me that you didn't
consider what was easily available.
Stand up, look in my eyes,
and whisper to you me
"I'm too forgiving."
And I'll say you're right.
Take off the makeup,
covering you're feelings
and write down your secrets
into a letter,
seal it,
stamp it,
send it,
to me,
I'll give it to whoever you like,
just think of me,
as you're middle man,
and for your work
I will provide -
a cheer, as you scream, to your death.