To Ash, and may you rot in Limbo.

You have issues
With your soul
With your mind, with your heart.

You take them out on him
So you were hurt?
So you cut
as deep
as you can get
your damn claws
into him
Just to fuck
with his mind
Just to feed him
more lies

And because you can't
suck it up
take the pain
sip from the cup
of the shit
you put him through
I can't stand to think about you.

Your bitter words
tear at tender flesh
recently healed
trying to rest
and god damn you
for being who you are
picking and stabbing
at a festering scar

And if you could shut your mouth for
one
instant
you'd see who the liar really is.
You'd see that the horrid
monster
in the mirror
is not just imagination
it's not just your minds creation
it's real, and it's so real
that you know how to wield it
you have it tamed
you contemptible little girl
well talk the talk
and walk the walk
because I wield mine
just as well.

My tongue is sharper
more refined
because it isn't dulled by lies
despite
the known fact
that I have much more reason than you
to be more bitter than you

I hope you rot inside
for the fact that your lies
have made it so damn hard
for the perfect relationship
to blossom and flower as it should.
Now there are holes in the petals that I must heal
every time your words become real
and tear and scratch at his confidence
Just go back to 'Whence you Came'
because chances are...
Thats the only place you'll ever belong.

Alone.

Lieing to yourself and talking to your head.

Paint a picture on the wall, 'Who is the fairest of them all?' And all the voices of the ones you've scorned will come back and give you the answer you *bunny* deserve.

Her.

Bitter--He's mine now. Too bad you couldn't appreciate him. I wonder how many times your new beau has lied to you? Vice versa?