I got bored during english class
I hope there's no blood on me
The kind that you can see
whenever she bleeds
ALL
OVER
THE
FLOOR
Wounds gaping
Throat aching
From where my purple handprints linger on her skin
like the bitch's gypsy necklaces
I am her personal noose... since knives are reserved for you
If I can't have you, no one can
IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, NO ONE CAN
I'll show you just how far your
fallen angel's wings can span
Wide enough to block the sun and leave you
and your well-fed mistress in a famine
Leave you til the fat goes crazy
If you want me to stop
then you'll have to make me
MAKE ME
And maybe I'll have mercy
but I am NO ONE'S angel
Oh god, out of all the colors in the rainbow
Green is not my best shade
