interrogations.

interrogations

we break the silence with these akward words that are so delicatly meaningless.
your vocabulary suprises even I, what a colorful disposistion you have.
stop pretending to lie to me just give me the real thing,
you. can't. break. me.
and I'm ready for your innocent guilt.
what a violent vision you dart towards me but thankfully luck is on my side;
I'll you tell you what, thank god for the ability to stop time.
your game is made for two, and behind my beautiful eyes, you know there won't be
a tomorrow for you.
ah, a temporary shock,
a slight tingle in my toes,
kid, you fight hard,
apparently not hard enough.