… bury the hatchet

with the handle sticking out, just in case it becomes necessary to use it again in the future… you never know when you’ll need to run over to it, and drag it out of the ground to use on the person trying to stab you in the back and take away your livelihood… so we parted with letting bygones be bygones, i grin behind this mask i wear for you, so you can’t see the sneer, the smile of one who has convinced you to think you’re in the driver’s seat, while i sit in the passenger seat, yanking on your puppet strings… dance for me, strut like you do in those absurd boots, and you’ll never know that secretly i wait for the day when you fall and fail… and it will happen, it always does to people like you… people who go around with their noses in the air tend to fall harder and more publicly than the rest of us meager slobs… there will be peace, for now… but you keep walking this line, you’ll find out how sharp my claws are, and how deep my fangs can sink into your flesh

~ by awkward amazing on 08/04/2010.