Make me bleed,
dig in,
shards of ancient revenge,
words of Christmas mints,
eyes of cellophane.
If I scream,
tell me I'm the last of my kind.
Sympathy is a joke,
the fire is stoked,
my misery is going for broke.
Make me believe,
the love in your eyes is earnest,
stamp it out with your apocalyptic brows,
tell the four seasons
have not been cruel enough to me.
If I bite back,
muzzle me, baby.
Tell me I'm a silent movie lost in the era of talkies.
I'm in your woods, traveling with a broken walkie.
I'm the prey your hungry mind has been stalking.
If you don't destroy me,
how will I ever create?
Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 10:42 PM UTC
Make me bleed,
dig in,
shards of ancient revenge,
words of Christmas mints,
eyes of cellophane.
If I scream,
tell me I'm the last of my kind.
Sympathy is a joke,
the fire is stoked,
my misery is going for broke.
Make me believe,
the love in your eyes is earnest,
stamp it out with your apocalyptic brows,
tell the four seasons
have not been cruel enough to me.
If I bite back,
muzzle me, baby.
Tell me I'm a silent movie lost in the era of talkies.
I'm in your woods, traveling with a broken walkie.
I'm the prey your hungry mind has been stalking.
If you don't destroy me,
how will I ever create?
Copyright 2010 by J.J. Hutton
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