Woo me with your sweet words of passion Attempting to sweep me off my feet Speaking kindly, softly killing my thirst for blood Exposing your ugliness that covers your even uglier soul Ugly creature that comes from the swamps That have to wear a mask to cover up the beast behind Filthy like the swamp water down in the bayou Where I let my enemies drown and hearing their cries at night Trying to find where you fit in, craving attention I puncture you with my talons, feed you to my offspring Shit you out where you go back to the sewage you came...
The quiet dark night was blanketed with the soft white touches of winter. Moms cold mattress stained with death void of warmth of her flesh, now discarded to the curb where dogs pee. A day and a night ago you existed for me, I held your hand as you sipped tea. A single dim lamp barely illuminated the tearful clown poster you loved. We emptied the small clean apartment as if you never lived there, everything is gone. Silence, nothingness, bare, lifeless, all you left is memories and tears.
If i were dead would you be out of my head? Oh sweet relief from your disease of my brain. Every cell punches me , dripping blood from my eyes, Staining any beauty of how you use to be My head aches like an atomic bomb Your face pounding away with no escape. The tracks of pain running up my veins Only teasing never pleasing, the marks of things to come. You wear your scars like a soldiers badge, But you never won a battle in your life. Fucking coward. If I were dead would you be out of my head?
Her words can be sharp, cutting me without intentions, but cutting just the same each movement of her dialogue slicing, through emotions, I bleed, this could be self-inflicted, staining hope in mid-sentence, each slice became a lesson I will not ask anyone questions that may cause me to get cut again.