I Can Be Taylor Momsen

My Unintended

forgot how much i hate his voice
even his laughter is liquid ice
a snarling hyena, ready to pounce
the coughing fit, an off-wall bounce

his know-it-all smirk keeps the mocking company
paper cut sarcasm with zero subtlety
nyeh-nyeh-nyeh continuing endlessly
I wish to God he'd drop friggin dead already

after all this time, she shivers still
his deep-set eyes ready for the kill
this unnerving effect remains his best weapon
one slip of the tongue, and you're part of the destruction

I can taste the regret oozing from her eyes
her only defence now is lies
panic inching through her every fibre
his move is made, he's waiting for her

his calls are never merely social
much less anything moral
the impending scheme fills me with dread
her sentiment is her own undoing, the trap is set

he knows where we live now, he'll come again and again
in our existence, an infinite bane
it's far too late now for any salvation
the swirling orange fire is already in motion

I guess we'll all burn at the same time.

p/s: where's my blackliner?