brokenhearted
but still you took
this rusty nail you call a heart
and slammed into my head

you said you would be a friend to my darkness
you said you would break bread with my rage
so heart beating faster
sweat breaking on brow
still your silent
still your liars book remains unburnt
still your liars house has life
while the twin razors of your eyes stare at me out
of my history
and out of my pain sweet pain
now when you finally did speak
you poured gasoline on my heads fire
and then you ran laughin

it wont be enough to watch a pack
of wild dogs pick your bones clean
their fur matted with your stain
it wont be enough to burn your house to the ground
i'm gonna break its bones in my teeth
i'm gonna eat your world whole
can you feel my teeth on your mind
i'm eating you alive from the inside of your skull

brokenhearted this rusty nail you call
a heart is covered in my innocent blood
your filthy lies dance laughing in my eye
my ***** burn to see your house destroyed
to see your filthy book burn

this rusty nail you call a heart
i'm gonna drive it like a jackhammer into your love
like gods eyes on the hand on the wicked
i'm gonna eat your world whole
break its bones with my teeth
with my darkness
with my rage

When she brushed his hand aside, he had to think;

to search the heart, adrift in the body,
to find a way that would make things clear,
but all that came was a breath of air
,
and it carried with it some words,
 spoken with resignation,
that spelled a plea:
  
   “don’t make me beg”, he said.

Half a world away, a man rested beside a woman.

she looked up at him and brushed his hand
 along her breast.

when it came to rest, at last
, along a thigh and probed between,

she brushed his hand aside, and breathed

a breath of air that said,
 “don’t…”
a moment passed, maybe three.


“make me beg…”, she whispered.

20 September 2013