The Watching.

This is my first attempt at a poem or short story. It probably doesn't make much sense to most readers and it isn't a 'happy' poem or short scene. But if you like a short scene about a drama that may or may not happen then read on.

The scene/poem is inspired by a song written by a band called "The Perfect Circle."

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Help me if you can

It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired

So could you please,

help me understand why

You've given in to all these

Reckless dark desires

You're lying to yourself again

Think about it, put it on the faultline

What'll it take to get it through to you precious.

Why do you wanna throw it away like this

Such a mess, I don't want, have never wanted to watch you.

I disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time.

What's your rush now, everyone will have their day to die

You’re now a medicated, drama queen, picture perfect, numb belligerence

narcissistic, drama queen, craving fame and all its decadence

You’re lying through your teeth again

I disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time

What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die

They were right about you

They were right about you

You’re lying to my face again

Think about it put it on the fautline

What'll it take to get it through to you precious

Over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this

Such a mess, come to this, come to this

Disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time

What's your hurry, everyone will have his day to die

If you choose to make me pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere

If you play out this little drama

Take your lover and your drama and

Do it somewhere far away from here

So very far from here

Somewhere so very far from me

The bullets are real and I am ready to self destruct one bullet at a time

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