She was barely getting by;
He didn't even try;
Even the roaches knew
The shack painted blue
With no lights
Was on the chopping block

A butcher in a black tie
Rode by,
Greased hands dripping
The couple's blood

The roof leaked
Their pain,
Each drop of rain
Digging deeper

Wet, soul-crushing boots
With toes of steel
Kicked through the door
And the security of home

She was barely getting by;
He didn't even try;
Even the roaches knew
The shack painted blue
With no lights
Was on the chopping block

~ P
#ButcherInABlackTie
(9/16/15)