you’re out for some blood
you’re not going to get mine
not my blood
you came out of the woodwork with plenty of free time
because you wanted some blood
someone to stick your filthy teeth into
not me, not me,
I won’t let a stranger come at me
out of nowhere
out of malevolence
you won’t come near me
I won’t make myself vulnerable with you
can’t you see your mouth is open
your jaw is ready to snap
it doesn’t matter what you say
it matters what your intentions are
and I can hear them loud and clear in-between the lines
the lines you use like clockwork
dysfunctional
the lines you regurgitate
the big expressions that you see in black and white
dead language
beat the hell out of it
that’s not what it is for
there is no human in human resources
the lines you use to choke
the lines you use to checkmate and annihilate
your lines will stay away from me
because you are not coming at me out of nowhere
without a cause
I don’t accept malevolence into my house
let’s make that very clear
you know what you feel like
what is said by not being said
you just want some flesh on the chopping block
and it won’t be any part of me
and it won’t be any part of me
Croque-Melpomene 