Evil Speaks

 

evil speaks to me
like a mother fucker
spitting words into my ear
like a dirty punk
hell-bent on scalping me
of my last twenty dollars
for nothing
i couldn’t give myself
like a cop with an attitude
hell-bent on half measures
& beating the difference
out of some poor sap

violence with words
stabbed me to near death

i’m speaking good stuff
to myself
but i ain’t listening
and you keep talking, evil
i can smell your breath on my neck
as you fuck me again
i can feel your sweet fluid
drowning my lungs
with your malt whisky love

i listen to your music
& it ain’t mine
but the beat goes on
& glasses clink & clank together
in this slow motion murder show
played out before my tired eyes
it reminds me of a dark night under a damp jetty
the cold ocean
lapping at my soaked shoes
dead again to the world
survived again
another night alive again
barely
evil speaking
clichés & come ons
into the dawn