I’ve got a signboard pinned to my chest.
It reads:
**“Beware of the door. Trespassers will be
versed and put in rhymes.”**
Ten-thousand volts of electricity for the man
who dare enter; an auction of body parts
is the central theme to my story.
I gave away my heart to the one with the easiest ways
and my mind for whom I could not find
my tongue. Every time my heart skips a beat
sirens wail into madness and lights start
rolling into the night. I wear barbed
wires as a wristwatch: telling me to
wake up whenever I have a sleepless night.
Put your ear to my chest and you’ll hear
clanking of bolts out of place and the death rustle
of a mechanical beast settling
into his bed for the long, long
night.