by the time im through

you wont believe your eyes

the woman in those images will not be the same as the one you meant a month ago

im like Cell when it comes to transformation

a being obsessed with perfection

I can make anything into something

turn dust into stars

spin platinum from plastic

just inspire me

just disappoint me

just try me

by the time im through

i want the regret to swell in your throat like bile

i want you to projectile vomit apologies

affection, attention

all for me to reject

humility no longer suits me

out with the death if it,

in with the ego!