Tongue on the gun, waiting for the fun….
Pill stilled on words with no cure….
How much could you endure….not
remembering which voice you last kissed,
My nails red, out of your way, but, never
far from your thirst, cursed….
Out wondering night, your one delight,
who will be your next, your catch?….
Head stirs, in a blur…all you see is me
bleed, another one indeed….
*I DEDICATE THIS ONE TO PSYCHOKILLER..
PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
I wonder how nature feels when virgin feet
walk across her back, never to take back….
Tip toe down her spine, won’t you be mine…
I wonder how it feels to have Heaven in a daze, crazed….
Underneath thaws, runs raw as the
*IMAGE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
You’re my star, you know who you are…..
Sprinkled candid dishes, lips licked,
dust returns as you did…..
Under gold, you were a old soul….
Now wise, in disguise, you settle
in magical illusions….
Now I see, you were the key that
set me free……
*IMAGE WAS TAKEN BY MY DAUGHTER IN A
AREA CLOSE TO MY HOME*