#lepetitmort
you're a lethal toxin underneath
pull the cutlass from your sheath
a little death never hurt anyone
place my hands 'round your gun
your kiss is an aimed ****
and yet I want to stand still
waiting for you to pull the trigger
a single look shows your vigor
use your scope in the dark
we both know I'm your mark
aim your sword to my breast
you are here at my behest
around my neck I'll feel your hands
and I will be at your command
I want the death you provide
cut me now, deep inside
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
(on candystriped legs) -the Sandman comes,
catch you while you're sleeping,bring you dreams of redrum
hum softly in your ear-fear, tears - sleep apnia,
lucidly,produce a vista that lingers long after ya,
wake,but wait which is the dream realm?
Once I get you on my list in time you're surely overwhelmed
*By a state of Schizophrenia,daydream mania,
add a victim to the list of convoluted insomnia,
(searching out fear in the gathering gloom)
a potent presence appears to bring the prescience of doom*
**The room shivers like Inception,but you've still no conception,
of the depth of the Abyss that blows softly with deceptions,
no exception to preception of the photo-reception,
mis - perception,misdirection,just a section of my weapons,
(be still,be calm,be quiet now,my precious toy),
The Sandman's here to rock you with a lullabye**
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC