In The Rough

I'm listening, but I've got to go
I can't be part of your check list
This is my blood. This is my unexplainable woe.

I'm breathing you in, but I'm swimming in confusion.
I can't be apart from you, I can't get you out of my head.
I don't even KNOW you. Subliminal messages and delusion
Screaming at me, seething until I am dead.

This is not something I can forever escape from.
I've put too much of myself into you.

I'm listening, but I've got to go
I can't be part of your check list
This is my blood. This is my unexplainable woe.

The steaming sexual conclusions of when we meet
Your body, your hair, your skin, your mouth, your teeth
I'm inside now and I'm slowly coming out.

I'm feeling now and pulling off these sleeves,
So I don't have to show you the gleam
Of what it will mean to blow you off through the oak tree leaves.

I've got something to overcome and something to kill
And the crime scenes will revisit me, gleaming.
The poison on the floor, and blood I spilled

At that point, only blood was enough
The poison wouldn't give me what I wanted
So I admitted my bluff cleanly. "I'm here to kill you
In the rough"