You lie to me and lie to me and lie until here are none left to chose from. They pierce my skin and make me bleed your fables. They put me under this blissful anesthesia until you find time to crack open My ribs and open my chest to expose me and the organs that i so deeply protect. You shoot a dose of love directly into my heart so that I can love you after all of the disgusting things you do. I thought I loved you and believed you but I caught you in the act and it hurts so bad to wake up in the middle of surgery. Brains scattered on the table and heart and soul in your broken and callused hands as you perform on the and alter them so that the little lies you tell don't take me away. even with the knowlegde of inevitiability. You want them to be true and I wish they were but they can never be you. They are too perfect to me human. Your brand of human anyways. I find myself bleeding out on this loathsome table as my battered heart has felt the cut that was your last. Code blue. Now you have made it hard to live.