  Actions speak louder than words, yet I am distant.
  Words you want to hear flow from my mouth, like when we first met and I
was a fun, sexy, and playful girl.
  what happened to her?   emotions carried her away with the current of
deceit.
  flawed beauty
  indecisive actions
  bitter lies
  sweet remorse 

  Lets think about those words shall we?
  
  If you would REALLY like to finish this crying game....

  It's about the liars pinnacle of self centered gratification
  It's about what you're not giving me.
  It's about power isn't it?
  Well, I guess there is no one left to leave the decision to.
  We are all guilty as charged.

  You're so beautiful. 
  You truly are a work of art.
  It's my fascination with your splendid face that drives me to hurt you.
  Not physically, but emotionally, to twist you into something I wanted so
much.
  something beyond my reach, 
  something that had never been offered to me before.
  My shallow idea of something perfect just spit in my face,
  but for your wisdom,
  I am grateful
  and sick.

       'Paine

(c) Brittney B.
     Paine/Revolt
     11/18/98
(email: paine@alienz.org)


