themistsayshello

Speak to us. Open your mouth, your answers to us Do you know what you wreak? Marvel at the mangled beauties in your wake Your last darling rots in her hospital bed All you gave her was a kiss and the plague Blind fool, she paid you in blood though it all tastes the same from nameless lips Why do we line up, day after day for you? Why do we rip out our willing hearts for you? You are the blame on our soiled pages You are the cheap, hopeless thrills You thrill our sleazy, dripping fingers. So tired, so numb and gray in silence Would you have the lovelies scream and keep our ears ringing? Oh, would you keep our fists thumping?