Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Chicken Scratch

The gentle hum of 

empty air hangs low 

And I repeat innocent 

words that frighten me

Letting them crash into 

you like a bag of bricks


I'm a pile of garbage in 

your lap grasping at straws

You stop me from my

Self destruction , holding 

my stale bones close


Thump. thump. thump.


Kick start the heart

Pumping my blood and poison

until you warm your living dead doll

I feel you..


do you understand my nonsense?  


My chicken scratch and graveyard trash

I don't do you justice honey

Just another horrid angel craving lust


Dissecting your dialogue while

Encrypting my own.

But the butterflies show

and you know..


its so much more

than we meant it to be

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