How innovative of you,to daily brush your fingers through the pages of books,
To find ways to hurt me..
And how secretive of me, writting pages upon pages,each moment of the same book..
To feel the burnt you bring..
Darling,we are partners,you said..
Of course we are..
Just I feel a little sacrastic right now, looking at your little self righteous self..
Playing the V card..
Ohh my..
Dude,are you a virgin too?
But I saw you looking at quite a lot of women,interspecting their bodies,
In the name of experiment of your holiness..
You know,the little secrets you hide,behind your so called polite smiles..
Your darkest dealings,your mental demons..
Each night,I have meetings with them..
May be they are my slaves..
If you can get so innovative,with the ways to hurt me..
Then donot you think,I should get innovative,and have fun?
At least,the fun is..
You are born from me..
And I am going to burn you in the end..
