Some might call it Karma
And for some it could be Fate
Or perhaps a Poison Apple
that you didn't know you'd ate
It could be I used Magic
and I cast a few Dark Spells
and perhaps a Poison Potion
or a Demon Curse from Hell
I might have asked a Genie
in a bottle for his wishes
or asked a nasty Witch to help
with pretend Princess kisses
I could have summoned Moaning Ghouls
who'll haunt you in your sleep
or coaxed a Vampire from his lair
to bite you really deep
While all this could be true
as Fairy Tales might seem
but trust me when I say
this nightmare's not a dream
You're feeling really bad
your life is such a mess
I slaughtered you with ink
that is laid upon your chest
My words they still linger
like the banshees in your head
to haunt your every thought
with the sweat that fills your bed
Her names Poetic Justice
her poison is my pen
and you might be quite terrified
while I am feeling Zen
Of course you know that she
is best when she's served cold
to keep you all the company
you need when you are old
Now your life is crumbling down
from wicked lies that past those lips
It wasn't even a challenge
for these poetic
.... fingertips
Cherie Nolan © All Rights Reserved 2016
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
Some might call it Karma
And for some it could be Fate
Or perhaps a Poison Apple
that you didn't know you'd ate
It could be I used Magic
and I cast a few Dark Spells
and perhaps a Poison Potion
or a Demon Curse from Hell
I might have asked a Genie
in a bottle for his wishes
or asked a nasty Witch to help
with pretend Princess kisses
I could have summoned Moaning Ghouls
who'll haunt you in your sleep
or coaxed a Vampire from his lair
to bite you really deep
While all this could be true
as Fairy Tales might seem
but trust me when I say
this nightmare's not a dream
You're feeling really bad
your life is such a mess
I slaughtered you with ink
that is laid upon your chest
My words they still linger
like the banshees in your head
to haunt your every thought
with the sweat that fills your bed
Her names Poetic Justice
her poison is my pen
and you might be quite terrified
while I am feeling Zen
Of course you know that she
is best when she's served cold
to keep you all the company
you need when you are old
Now your life is crumbling down
from wicked lies that past those lips
It wasn't even a challenge
for these poetic
.... fingertips
Cherie Nolan © All Rights Reserved 2016
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