[Writing] Gunmetal

[Dertt]

Be late, it's a fashion statement
Don't be so irrational
Continue to postpone
Leave me alone, procrastinate
Exacerbate the situation
In your eyes a glint of hate
You're a mess, you're under stress
I take the blame, but feel the same
You used me and I'm so ashamed
Little bitch, scratch the itch
Flesh ripped where my stitches tore
Don't ignore me anymore
Pay attention, ladylove
Your intention's never pure

Tired, weak, kiss your cheek
Touch your face and take your hand
Help me walk when I can't stand
A storybook-like romance
limited by circumstance

Measure your pleasure with a pressure gauge
Paris in the spring and it's all the rage
Take a bow, your life's a stage
and I am just a ghost

Below you and you fall asleep
Can't climb your hill;
the slope's too steep
Take your pill and smile and wave
Time your kill and dig your grave
Auxiliary, ancillary, slave to expectations
In your eyes a glint of hate
Exacerbate the situation

Tighten grip, bite your lip
Bite your neck and pull your hair
We fall back into the chair
I smile each time you call out
Eventually we fallout

Measure your pleasure with a pressure gauge
Paris in the spring and it's all the rage
Take a bow, your life's a stage
and I am just a ghost

Flintlock ghosts
Pins and bolts
Missed the train
10,000 volts

[EvilM00s]

It flows really well, the words used link up like railcars on a track. And, like most of your work, it reminds me of a particular ex-lover of mine...