• I wrote you a thousand letters... You sent a thousand back, looked at all sealed creases; return to sender stamped. I want to shake it into you, I want to stab it out of you, drown you just a little bit to get a shade of blue. I listen through the door, un-knocked; the gun against my head still cocked, into place, out of order... My mind has been through the mortar, and the pestle... you need that coarse receptacle, I find it less than acceptable, and little more than a spectacle. Who's who? And What's What? To me, you're just a slut. I may have second thoughts, but... But nothing, yes nothing... The opposite of everything, you never really meant anything. Just a phrase, just a scribble, just pocket lint, just dribble. I wrote you a thousand letters once, and you sent a thousand back... You didn't seem that strong enough to leave a little crack. Or did you? On my heart spreading just a hue of blue. You ******** me over royally, I guess it explains our deficiency... Lack therof is it's definition, leaving me was your decision. Was it? Or was it not? Was your love for me a passing thought? Like me when you need me, Leave me burning like a dead tree. I want to cut it out of you, leave you dying with that shade of blue. I was just a mishap, and you were my mistake... I cannot slit you open, because my hands do shake. I don't want to mess your face up, Want you to shut the ******** up, because you're screaming to loudly, you wear your blood so proudly... You should have read the letters though, now my blade sways to and fro. They explained how I would kill you, leave you just a shade of blue... No, thats not right, was it red instead? Oh well you never realized and OH LOOK!! Now your dead...