i can't be

they say that i'm mercless,
they say i'm poetic,
but those words only come,
when the work is estetic.
when the pavement is cleared,
from the defensless blood,
the pray of forgiving is done,
we all know theres no god.

they might say they love me,
they might say they know,
"we know all your fears,
all the rage down below".
but please let me tell you,
you don't know a thing.
i'm the nightmere of the happy,
a bird who just can't sing.

i might have my moments,
of the poetic silent crime,
but just like the silver plater,
i also fade with time.
please send no flowers,
say no uprising lies.
i am the sitter in the back,
a girl to learn to be one of the guys.