escapril

liar liar: burn in hellfire

you dwindle to nothing
so swiftly
like wax to the heat
my dear icarus incarnate

and you had me believe this thing was fate
fucking fate?
our world is a cosmic mishap
and order is not our natural state

and you knew that
you know
how my knees kiss the floor without hesitation 
when you're near

and you sing with an angel's clear choir voice
standing high and mighty
chest puffed for war when
there needn't be one

and you speak like your wisdom is a blessing
to my little life hanging on your
Theseus puppet string

but i'm not your
rag doll. kitchen sink. plaything

and your words aren't the gospel
you're a first-rate rambling liar
with a flair for the dramatics
the sky and the sun and the sea are over there

go jump

a/n: yikes. this sUCcks but i'm so tired