I’m wishing I would die 
as you’re telling me lies
and you’re beginning to cry

And you’re taking your time
while you’re fucking my mind,
pretending everything’s fine

Pedal to the floor
‘cos these things I abhor,
I just can’t take them anymore 

And I’m wishing I would die
and you’re telling me lies
and I’m beginning to cry

And all I can ask is why 

Oh all I can ask is why

(Source: theintrovertmonologues)

There’s a grin on
my face and it’s mine
There’s a devil on
my shoulder but it’s fine

There’s blood on my
chin, blood that’s not mine
Been pourin’ from your
heart; Been drinkin’ like wine

Spread your legs so
I can see my prize;
Spread your legs, I’ll look
the devil in his eyes

Spread your legs and
I’ll take my damn prize;
Spread your legs, darlin’,
watch the devil grow in size 

(Source: theintrovertmonologues)

I look up and see the sun once again
to once again remind me that
morning happens as it has
always happened and will
always happen 

I look down and see the scars once again
to once again remind me that
morning brings remembering
brings mourning as it will
always happen

I look straight and see you once again
to once again remind me that
loving you brings happy too
to make okay what will
always happen 

(Source: theintrovertmonologues)

You girl,
oh you beautiful, blessed girl!
What you have stirred in me
has long slumbered in the sanctuary
it built beneath my bones,
beating something so sad

You temptress,
oh you wrathful, wicked temptress!
What witchery be this
by which you swindle me my peace and cast
me spiraling into
that which drives sane men mad? 

You darling,
oh you noble, naive darling!
What has love taught you that
she kept hid from me during her ruthless
and heart-rending lessons
that holds your faith so firm?

You lover,
oh you divine, delicate lover!
If you are willing then
so am I, no matter what the effects; 
even if we are cursed
with only the short-term

(Source: theintrovertmonologues)

You floated away from me,
little sea shell,
from the spot where we played,
floated right out of my hand

My lover, she watched us here,
little sea shell,
she watched you float away,
from where my lover did stand

She had a smile on her face,
little sea shell,
as she watched us two play,
what a pretty smile she had

With her smile you took my heart,
little sea shell,
to the sea’s vast contents
our heart and smile you did add 

You’ll come back to us one day,
little sea shell,
of that I can be sure,
but when you come we’ll be gone

We’ll be gone when you come back,
little sea shell,
moved on to other things,
but we’ll be just over yon

little sea shell 

(Source: theintrovertmonologues)

it lives, it hurts 
it thrives, it flirts

with passionate and
sometimes pernicious and
always permanent 
death

like a licentious
little thief that’s always
looking for my last
breath

he wallows in grim
and wild misery with
only escape in
mind

hark! here it comes to
take my heart; in it’s place
a sad hollow they’ll
find
 

(Source: theintrovertmonologues)

hair framing
cute and cunning and
everything exceptional

arms hanging
‘round slim and sexy and
occasionally awkward

lips claiming
love and lust and 
even exhilaration 

all for me

(Source: theintrovertmonologues)

So,

breathing becomes less bearable
for the bashful boy
when that beautiful girl, she
walks in bearing her body
the way that beautiful girl does 

‘cos

he knows he will never have her,
never heave himself
on her heavenly figure 
and humor his heinous wants
or sate his harrowing hunger 

(Source: theintrovertmonologues)

He left his Lady Verse
for life’s other odd treasures
and since he’s been away
she’s lost all her old lusters 

With her touch not quite as
compelling, less enchanting,
his oaths of endless love
he has begun recanting 

But what is this, this strange,
strange happening, happening here?
As he writes his parting note
he feels a feeling quite queer

He rips it up, he can’t,
he can’t do it, he loves her,
to his abysmal pain
he knows she’s the only cure 

And the special thing ‘bout
that ole’ lady, Lady Verse,
is she holds no grudge, no spite,
and young fools she won’t amerce

(Source: theintrovertmonologues)