It was a devil's reject road block full of bullets and blood, dented cars and endings too long in the making. A lack of control and the wheel goes spinning onto a "SOLD" sign and arched brick porch destined to be your new address.
I could no more write this poem than I could speak back then because I was tired of riding in back seats of convenience store bags with finger-print glass and brothers screaming to a hay-fevered radio on a floorboard of trash.
I’ve Fallen before this and it’s been a slow death towards obsessive red.
The taste of the smooth blade doesn’t miss thoughts of bright; Yet (You) pulled me into dark How Bright do You need it to be before You let me in? I have watched You online IRL – day and night! You need to KNOW. . . I will bleed out for You
if You will let me in.
One slit small on upper inside lip our lips pressed and You will sip and suck my life force from me to You… ...
I ran. Not knowing what else to do There was so much blood on my hands It was mine The kitchen knife Caught in my chest Guilt Consumed by Fear I was heightened by Adrenaline But running on Wasn’t enough While trying to stay calm, Losing control It was me that would end up Dead. Because He was In front of me The whole time It was too late Trapped I found myself Locked in chains My fate was Death.