Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2010
.
She is
his morbid distraction.
She's the bullet in his gun
and she's looking for some action.

More than death she longs
to become his blessed bride,
the two will become one
the day she steps inside.

And she gets very tired
walking through the Arctic rains,
but she will pick up speed
when she's running through his veins.

She is
his morbid distraction.
She's the bullet in his gun
and she's looking for some action.





.
Lyrics? What say you?
redbarchettadrive
Written by
redbarchettadrive
Please log in to view and add comments on poems