10.8.11

Mad, mad little one.

What love I gave you formed from simple hello’s,
And what magic binded me to see what really
Lies behind those liar eyes.
Whose blessings did I count before I turned back around?
When time blew through me straight like an arrow, whose lips did i think of
Minutes before my end?
What love crossed my mind?

Black velvet succumbs you.
The hands that would protect
From deceit, those same hands cursing wildly,
Dangling your heart in the air.
My hands they are.
Rattling to bones your faith.

Thoughts of women present. Amour.
Envy strikes an avid psyche;
Sweet, the revenge I will take out on you.
Sweet are those lies you fed me full,
Down the drain with my gold.
Whose words will you speak of?
Just wait, You’ll watch me unfold.

Bodies on bodies like skeletons they pile.
Deadly roots drip from poisonous flora.
And when you bite, temptation will hold you.
And when you cry, I’ll run to your carcass
To mend and to protect.

What’s mine will always be mine.
Who else would kill just to receive you back?
Whose lips would kiss just to feel you quiver?
Not those prior, not those after.