Landmine

I went and stepped on his land-mine
Best foot forward

I didn't see the sparks until
Fireworks bloomed

Now I know the devil is real
In tailored suits

He wears shining silver cuff-links
And spills my blood

With a yellow prescription pad
Little vices

He keeps me, his doped up lab rat
Lost in his maze

And lost forever in his eyes
I reel, comply

I longed to be damned within him
Feel fireflies

Tickling songs against my ribcage
Fingers trailing

In his office with the door locked
Secrets are known

His fingers tangled in my hair
I have come home