Sugar coated promises
And lies.
That's all they are.
Their sweetness burns
The gashes on my lips
And I taste iron.
I taste blood
But the words
Are spoken anyway.
Spat away
With a smile
And a laugh.
They do not notice
The red teeth
And scarred tongue,
The teeth having tried
To bite the words back,
But to no avail.

They're not pleased.
But who the hell cares?
Let them take
Whatever it is
They want from me.
Be it my soul.
My life.

If it saves her,
Poor, helpless girl
That she is,
Trapped in the confines
Of her own mind,
if it sets her free,
Then all shall be well.
So be it.