Dangerous Sticky red trickles down her stick Another beating today
Oh how it's my fault To dare speak of heart felt truth Tempting you away from "justice"
Just remember I may be battered and bruised behind bars But it's you who broke the law
Ever since I wrote Eurydice and had the line "gone is the warden" I knew I'd do a piece based on it, personally to me it's about a hellish woman (as always), but upon rereading I could see it being about many things. What do you see?
He saves all the grape jolly ranchers for me He hates everything grape But he’d swear he loves me Until he’s purple in the face And even on my worst days When my skin is flushed Rouge with rage He reminds me that the color of love Is always present on my tongue And can be any shade
Raw meat on your silver plate. Heavy fingers caressing my bare flesh. You cannot invite yourself if you aren't welcome. Then you used your sticky, heavy and disgusting thick fingers to caress some more. In my head broken people can only create broken things. So what if you created it you said while everyone in the cinema had melted hearts. But this is no love story more like horror. For I would not bow and you made me.