Did you ever wonder if I spoke with a broken tongue?
Did you ever stop to see if my words were frozen?
Ever thought to find out if my heart bled poison?
Ever cared to know if my soul corrupted from the rust of your lies?
Ever looked into my eyes with your tattered soul?
Did you ever see the real me?
Tell me,
Did you love the flower I was?
Or,
Did you lust for the heaven underneath my skirt?

The petals fell one by one as you stole my innocence
The soul died as you fed me your personal arsenic lies

Tell me,
Did you ever care?
Or,
Was I nothing but a game to you?

Your poor, misunderstood, fucking mind
Your arsenic didn’t work this time

I am still Alive.

07/12/1998