Something I needed to get off my chest ..
Seamen Overboard by Jordan Turtle
She cut off your face and replaced it with something more to her liking,
and you silenced your tongue as she did so,
not even so much as asking why she wished to transplant that which was your make-up.
Your life consists of naught but her,
and everyone can see the light shining bright upon the changes of your entire entity ..
yet you don't bother to take a stand,
yet you allow her to rip you down to the pure essentials and rebuild you from scratch.
You let your word fall effortlessly like feathers in a tornado,
let her sweep it all away in a loss of feeling toward any who she is not.
"It's in the cards,"
well deal your own hand you idiotic bastard.
Rip the Ace of Spades into pieces and burn it there,
infront of her eyes.
Show her you are no puppet,
of her or any other.
You have neither the guts,
nor the testicular fortitude.
Current Location: in a chair.
Current Mood: pissed off
Current Music: In Pursuing Design - VersaEmerge