sheet tackles and
mad locked you
threw down like
a coups d'etat
cuffing me like
you meant to make love
but when you
brain washed cupid
it came back
to bite you in the
bones
as if you hadn't
learned from listening
the guards are first
when the prison breaks
you can put hell's demons
in cages
but metal melts
and so do night sticks
proof that satan's fires
don't burn out
they just lie simmering
for the next wind
the last straw
was your first blow
only ripping my innocence
to prove that flowers bleed
when you love them
like war
my gates gave way
without bleeding
so you rolled your dice
non-stop
until they did
like shoots and splatters
up and down, in and out
until you blew your load
and gunned it thrice
shooting P.O.W.'s
like beer bottles
one by one execution style
until all my five senses
dropped to their knees
begging mercy to befriend
you
only i didn't have
that kind of worth
for love
my heart was only
defaced fool property
my love wasn't worth
the painkillers
and iodine
so you mixed my blood
with scotch and vodka
slathered my wounds
and force fed me
tic-tacs
but blood makes
the grass grow
and you'll be caught red handed
with green thumbs
sex on you breath
and guilt in your eyes
the devil's got your tongue
in a halo
the angels pinned your
heart to your sleeve
so go ahead and scream
i'm the gatekeeper now
these old stomping grounds
are now subject domain
to my revenge
and i'm itching for a fix
i've never had
while i grow on you
this blooming bud
then paint your roses red
scraping bones till
i see blood. c
© 2007 Joanna Smith
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