Give me a break.
I am cold but flushed with sweat.
My mind flutters to you.
Is the pain worth it?
Its sickeningly intoxicating
Slipping into a bitter haze

The drugs, oh the drugs, what do they do?

They don't bring me any closer to you.

I’m scared.
Cold, alone......... scared.
My body aches from fighting.
I won, but at what cost?
Revenge shouldn’t be the answer.
They took her life, my true love.
I’m crying, crying like I’ve never cried before.
A life for a life, but at what cost?
I became the person, I set out to destroy.
I’m a monster, a creation the devil himself devised.
I’m scared.
I’m alone, cold, and nothing to cling on to.
I have nothing........ nothing.
There’s only one thing for me to do.
I’m picking up my choice of death.
Goodbye monster.
You’ve done the most evil thing imaginable.
It’s time for you to go.
I’m taking you with me, back to where you came from.
Forgive me Father, for what I’m about to do.
I’ll see you in a few seconds.
Five....... My heart is beating fast.
Four........ Sweat is covering my face.
Three........ My heart is beating faster.
Two........ Hello love, good to see you again.



One........ Goodbye.

“BANG!!!!!”

I want a poet
between my thighs,
wicked tongue wrapped
in verse,
drive and provoke,
serenade
this dancing knot
of prose hidden here,
a hungry mound
saturated beneath a soft
cocoon of sweltering flesh,
suspended in expectation
inspired to spill forth
steaming compositions
sticky on his epic lips,
grinning.

And he’ll rise then
breathing a new stanza
onto my fragrant neck
“Sandalwood,” he’ll whisper
as he fills me with a new
refrain
emphatically taunts
my music
to sing down onto
his tightened fuse,
running rivulets spiraling
along his determined thighs,
crying out into his
listening ear,
a requiem so potent it
drips off the page
and becomes some reality.

As I run down the street I feel the hardness of the pavement under my worn out tennis shoes.
I pump my arms as my feet propel me away from that house.
the house full of loud voices with there relentless bickering
the house full of cries of pain and fear through the night
the house were childhood dreams are lost
it begins to rain and i feel the droplets slowly run down my face
and as i run they jump off my face and i feel a different kind of wetness
my own kind of rain
the rain from my own body that's now hidden
rain its not only the stuff that comes from the cloud filled skys
its also the stuff the pours out of your beaten and weakened body