(no subject)
we met last night
while i was passed out in bed
curled up with memories and worries
in my head
it wasn't how i had imagined
my prince
your white horse had died along
the way
and your mouth was crooked
like a pimped out stray
scat cat!
no, stay.
why do you smile like that, anyway
with a cigarette hanging between
your fingers
like a thought never formed
and when you grabbed my wrist
how the night time stormed around my ears
a deafening roar of dismays
and relief
"at last!" it whispered
while tragedy sprang its deadly
trap
your statement was like an open palmed slap
"I've seen your secrets. I've tasted them.
They are mine now," You boasted.
carassing my scars
Not wholly evil, but very far from entirely good
they said
a fitting fate
from where I stood.