Please destroy me this way.

Pour me a glass of that sweet poison.
Colored and labeled as the sweetest of wines.
Watch intently as I sip it down.
But don't let me get specious of your malice intent.
Watch as I spasm out, and fall from my chair.
Run to my aid, hold me close until I am gone.
Never let me know it was you had who dealt that blow.
Kiss me as I grow cold in your arms.
Smile, and tell me everything is going to be alright.
Tell me I mean the world to you.
That you'll never leave me.
Let me rest.

Please destroy me this way.

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Evil and seventeen.

It was spring when I awoke, washed ashore.
Breaded in cherry blossoms, and sand.
I looked at the sea, sparkling like I always remembered.
I stood there and looked at the broken bodies of my so called mates.
The pigs who treated me like dirt on a golden plate.
They'd all be alive still if it wasn't for me, I was cruel.
Picking a fight with the queen of the sea, killing them all.
Puzzled that I'm still breathing after that whole ordeal.
Which lasted a good week or longer, how long was I out.
No matter I'm free of them now, all they're gold is mine.
And so I turn to face the island, which was nothing like I thought.
People and buildings everywhere, angels perhaps.
This was not the world I once left, but it shall sever as my home now.

Evil and seventeen.

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A beautiful fixation with an elation.


Bring me up then beat me down.
Give me freedom, but only for a moment.
So it keeps it's sweet flavor.
Bound and restrict me, then release me.
Suck the life out of me time and time again.
So that I can be reborn like never before.
Hurt me every way you can imagine.
Tie those strings to my hands and feet, play with all of my emotions.
Build up my hopes and dreams.
Then rip them apart in front of me.
Seduce me into love, then plunge your hand into my chest.
Rip my heart out, and throw me off that cloud.
Watch me fall back to the world and be impaled once again.
Sew up that hole in my chest, bring me back to life.
Shackle me to that chair and drill lessons into my foggy mind.
Feed me sugar, spice, and everything nice.
Tell me that I am free, give me that frail paper that states I am ready.
Ready for life alone in the world, as cold and heartless as they come.
I'm addicted.

A beautiful fixation with an elation.