Red string

Miss communication
Misunderstand me
Miss impersonation
Misidentify me

Locked behind her glass doors
Fell trapped to her beauty
Injected by her poison
In love with her cruelty

Green eyes that are toxic
A river of waste management
Smashed windows and foggy lungs
Late night and high strung

If words could kill
I’d be her victim
Played with my insides
Her favorite thing was sadism

Wrapped me in her red string
Tied into a pretty bow
Tighter she’d make it
Oh to be loved by a psycho

The moment I’d succumb
She’d get bored with me
She cut the string now embedded
To love is her is deadly