Until wolfs light, I will be counting sheep
Hell, I'll even pray,to Gods I dont keep
What keeps me awake at night?
Nothing
Nothing more then your stinky lingering elastic vowels
That stretch themselves through my head & warn me again, "Scream, I ******* dare you."
Because a spectacle of suffering, corrupts us all.....
Right?
over and over again, I hear your approaching boot heels
I know that scratchy voice of yours and how it feels
poking at my back, when it says "The dark has no teeth."
And they ask me why I cant sleep?
I dont know how to feel.
Safe or spared?
Knowing this little one and I,
have been so violently paired.
No. What keeps me awake?
The fear of what else you may take.
While men like you run those streets,
I imagine I'll always be counting sheep.....
© Melissa Adkins. All rights reserved
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Until wolfs light, I will be counting sheep
Hell, I'll even pray,to Gods I dont keep
What keeps me awake at night?
Nothing
Nothing more then your stinky lingering elastic vowels
That stretch themselves through my head & warn me again, "Scream, I ******* dare you."
Because a spectacle of suffering, corrupts us all.....
Right?
over and over again, I hear your approaching boot heels
I know that scratchy voice of yours and how it feels
poking at my back, when it says "The dark has no teeth."
And they ask me why I cant sleep?
I dont know how to feel.
Safe or spared?
Knowing this little one and I,
have been so violently paired.
No. What keeps me awake?
The fear of what else you may take.
While men like you run those streets,
I imagine I'll always be counting sheep.....
© Melissa Adkins. All rights reserved
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