Control

You put your finger in my face, try to put me in my place, but I don’t give a shit if you’re unfit to be hit, bit, and lit up. Sit up straight, fucker. I’ll set you straight, fucker. Don’t make me late and hate you more than I have to. Stop trying to stress and impress with less than a mess to keep you at your best. Take a wild guess as to why you’re not a guest when I’m stressed and not impressed with your fucking mess. This isn’t a solution, there’s no resolution in your lacking evolution, revolution that missed by a century, more than you meant to me. Pursed and cursed, your lips keep smiling, beguiling with no style, put on trial so vile. I’m obliviously delirious, deviously serious and dangerously furious with the lacking trust in your lust of red dust that bled rust, when it’s a must to be without fuss and I’m tired of us being thus and being just “friends”, when I want to rend this bend and end this trend, I want to lend what you took, tend what you shook; look, I will brook no imperfection from the rejection of your direction, the flawed protection of this section that you broke, smoked, toked and soaked with coke. It’s another white line to sniff, take a whiff, it’s not a myth, it’s not you that I’m with. Shut the fuck up, tuck it up, it’s another ruck run amock, out of luck, out to fuck. With you. But I’m not done, there’s still some fun in the backseat of your car, when you want me to meet with your scars and be a one-night star. But I’m not that kind of girl, honey, I’m not that kind of pearl, baby. So get down on your knees, please, before I leave you on the sidewalk, in chalk, so you can talk to the lock that I’ll put on your cage, on stage. Don’t fuck with me. I’m not one of your bitches. Don’t leave with me. I’ll cut out all your stitches. Bleed, motherfucker. Heed me when I lead, and feed your need with seeds of distrust and lust. I’m only out to take you down, make you drown. So sit in your own shit and hit bottom. Go on, tell another lie, make me cry, go fuck yourself and die.

Starting over. Whoo. Feels good to vent. 😛

~Noct…………………