Endarken - Con Artiste

con artiste
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i am amazed you'd show your face
(and your loathesome seedy M.O.)  
am astounded you still function
when you've nowhere to go
.
you are a fucking vampire
feeding on regrets
not yours but other peoples - 
when they back your wrong bet.
.
you spin tales with the dexterity 
of a natural weaver.
articulate real good 
for a high school leaver. 
.
you pout real pretty, for a pre-grad dropout.
.
your ass is fine, for a tri state hooker
in good condition and you were a looker
but the truth is in the features and the features never lie;
the truth is in those two black holes
they called your pretty eyes.
.
now they are just piss holes
the key to your soul
the universe should swallow you up
inside your own black hole
.
one day you will combust. you've fucked up
once, twice thrice? two babies and three ex's
husbands, that is - can't count the one night stands
can't count the overplayed hands
or your self-induced 'natural' disasters
in your barren lands.
.
you are so good at lies. 
feaux empathy and lies. 
.
cling, baby cling. soon there'll be noone new to sing to.
noone to croon your lies to, your ass is branded, mind you
they never were picky and that is your free ride
i'm fucking ecstatic to be able to stand aside
to watch the roulette wheel spin and spin again.

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