my quick quips slip past
your inflated wit’s grip
your clipped tongue trips
eliciting wide grins
from amused friends
unknowing accomplices
to your murder in real time

my lips undermine
your lies intertwined
since you let in the gas
i’ll set it alight
my finest lines
hide the finest lies

between you and i
you’re right
between us and them
i’m a delight
you fume
i’m on fire
their laughs
your demise

ill be the good guy
while you die inside
i trade my sins
for your skins
a mercenary cruelty
in service of desire