Sociopath

Remember when we watched the titanic

i looked in your eyes, saw you were a body full of pain

you asked if i was okay

"fine, I'm fine.. I'm a sociopath anyway."

feel nothing, an act, a facade its all staged

Nails digging into flesh

fighting tears so much it burns the back of my throat

mouth lingering of cheap liquor

I'm a cold heartless sociopath

~ THEY SAID

I'm your strength your monster burying aching hurt

a hero when you least expect

a tyrant heathen less then blessed

used to have a halo, all you ever saw were horns

well the devil in me cried

when your heart was full of thorns

I heard you cry

when he beat you

saw the bruises on your eyes

blood building up in clots

begged you to cut those ties

i always thought you were beautiful, even if you were damned

~his words cut deep calculated as if it were planned

maybe when you call me evil

you saw my fathers face

traced the bitterness in my words, as if a strain of DNA

a female version of his lingering lies, and cruelty

poison he didn't get to spew

unfortunate casualty

kiss of judas? curly haired plague

IM A SOCIOPATH

i armor my heart guarded laced with superiority

untouched

wear a veil with spikes

and plates of stillness tough as truth

like an armadillo

~with pride

skinned in steel

my body cold to the touch

pierce your skin when you try to hold me

with the daggers i use for victims when i call to my command

you forced away the painful trinkets hoping to replace with love

ripping from the inside stitches come undone

sometimes i cant hide the venom in my heart

An acid spitting toad

fire in my blood

IM NOT A SOCIOPATH!!!!!

so please don't call me one

you pushed me into a part

to hide beauty and pain from my pulsating heart

now all i bleed is black

ugly mold and plaque

"what's that in the closet?"

just another heart shaped box..

{rip Kurt Cobain, you beautiful human}

i did it, i ripped it out i had to

fulfill my prophecy to be more then carefully crafted oddity

rarity

miserable empathy

cut it out with a pumpkin carver

sculpted like a sinister penalty

~years later the perfect crime

bitter truth like a pill swallowed dry

a look into the unknown

unfiltered lines

a weed in time

time in a bottle captive, and an escaping light destined

a curse fleeting entangled in tumbleweeds

empty ruins

planting one more seed

on baron land ground deep

PS: maybe I'm insane but I'm no a sociopath