masquerade, by xpaper_heartsx Options

[xpaper_heartsx]

.masquerade.

we're so guilty,
even Shakespeare won't save us.

every frantic kiss and
desperate fumble for sanity
is just a cover up;
honey we both know that
this dark bedroom is simply an excuse
for the inevitable.

seven am and the tv's still on;
we've used up the whole night and
i'll be d(tos)ed if i'm gonna let you
wake up holding me.

well the fall from your window
is awfully tempting,
and even your pretty eyes
can't keep me here, lovely.

what a saccharine suicide;
i'll make it quick.