behind that smile lies someone i know.
peculiar about feelings
nothing else to show.
a genuine person, how i wish to kill.
with shot guns and dagger
anything fit for the bill.
how wonderful it is to look far ahead
if this someone i know
still exists in my head.
hope to see her dying,
with torture and pain.
see it shocking her heart
and through her tiny brain.
let it be my fist, i lay it on her.
and make sure it's an impact
if she ever comes near.
her words are careless like lullabies
through the nite
which shrunkens my heart
and made it never right.
as i walked closer and closer.
closer to her
i cant help it but notice her flowing tears.
when a decision is made that we should read
between the lines.
an irony strucked my head and said
she's just an image of mine...