a bulletproof revenge

a box of notes and letters

from a locked and loaded friend



My chest is lined in anguish

your voice is sounding sweet

wear me like a prom dress

I want to hear you scream



"Damnit, this corset is killing me."



Words to make you suffer

for branding me to you

time is telling secrets

the things you always knew

loving you was in vain

a dreadful price to pay

wear me like a prom dress,

I want to hear you scream



I wrote a thousand words 

that brought about your lust

and now I tighten my grip upon 

your chest with this vengeful distrust (There's no trust)



I hope you hear this and it takes away your breath 

like the lace that pulls the fabric. 

I hope it slowly leads to your death. 

I want you dead.



(I'll hold you tight, like your corset on prom night)