keep beating me why dont you?
into an ever bloodied pulp,
of pieces of me in rivers of you
and a lifetime of long lost dead dreams;
and in that steep moment- when you get your high
and i with these wide open eyes,
back into deep corner,
where i have my back,
and no one can ever see me;
and those eyes watch you wail
on my thin little frame,
while a gasp of short breath
leaves in chains;
and i cant help but wonder
in my moment of truth
through the quaking faint shadow of night,
if its possible at all, through the faint raped coal fog
that the lifeless lost coward – is you.
This has quite the emotional force to it.
with good reason. thank you.