Blink twice if you think somebody can hear you.
Blink once if your screams are a waste of breath.
They branded me sinister because of your stories,
So you can thank yourself for this sour threat.
-Jackie
Sinister
Tag: "Dancing On Your Grave" series
Cursing You
The seagulls drop dead on the salty beach,
And waves wash away their sweet expectations.
The fishes float to the surface, dying of thirst,
As I whisper the very last incantation.
It is not a scene, it is not an honest tragedy,
It is a simple sacrifice made by the banished.
Seven hundred creatures will die before me.
No one will stay alive until you finally vanish.
-Jackie
Disaster
Memories lose their significance almost as quickly as I lose my respect.
Do you even have a lover in your ancient graveyard that you do not regret?
Love letters lose their power, but you lose your glass temper much faster.
Did you crave me like a substance or did you just want to create a disaster?
-Jackie
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I have painted thirty-seven walls in echoing curses,
And I watch them judging me, even clutching their purses,
But I was not meant to be covered in round bruises
From the stones that they throw for becoming your muse.
-Jackie
Backbone
I broke my backbone for you a thousand little times,
I romanticized the story in my lost little mind.
What if I am done with painting you as the protagonist?
Tell me, love, is there a single clue that I might have missed?
-Jackie
Shallow Breath
I can’t think of a worse destiny than dying in your arms.
Your stare and cold palms would freeze my soul to death.
Perhaps that is why doom runs from me like I bear arms.
It knows my sadness could take away its shallow breath.
-Jackie
Pearly Gate
The grave diggers are striking
And the priests are protesting in the streets.
This death I drag around like an anchor,
It only laughs when it bleeds.
I did not mean to start this sad cult
And I do not plan to watch it evaporate.
This chaos I hold like a dying wish,
It awaits my empty shell at the pearly gate.
-Jackie
High Demands
I bet you tell your old lovers why they should blame me.
I bet you forget to mention that we once existed.
But I was there, making a “yes” out of your “maybe”.
I was there because you chased, begged, and insisted.
And I wish your darlings could learn that I had no clue
When I promised to comply with your high demands.
I bet you call me the poison that turned you dark blue,
But it was you who let go off my trembling hand.
-Jackie
Even
The colors are never dark enough when you paint me
Or when you smear my character on the city streets.
Even jesters have to sit through the stillest of pain,
Even seasoned killers do not kill right where they eat.
-Jackie
Cheap, Cheap Man
You robbed me of my peace
Like grave robbers steal jewels,
Then sold them for cheap
Just to afford disgusting beer.
You took every penny
That you could ever carry
Like my name was worthless
And I couldn’t get it all back.
You abused my trust
Because you are a cage maker.
Preying on the victims,
Playing morals like cards.
I hope my silence blinds you,
I hope it stings your bones.
You are a cheap, cheap man
Sitting on a shit-stained throne.
-Jackie
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