Bend over baby, sing me a song . . .

May. 4th, 2004 Revenge fantasy whilst listening to Cable's Gutter Queen. The character' s point of view is from a story I've been working on, for far too long . . .

Sleeping pills and heart attacks . . .

All I have now is to wait
I have to let the poison do it's work
And that takes time
But it will do the job
Once its in it is over
Even if I wanted to stop it, I couldn't
What's done is done
And it will soon be over

I didn't want to kill the b*****d in his sleep
But he'd never give me an opening like this again
My blade found it's home in the back of his neck once
I can still taste the blood that was on my lips
It tasted like it meant something
Since then, I've been looking for that same thing
Now I know
It's not in sex
Not in pills
Not in my bottle of whiskey
And never in the heart of the one who loves you

Maybe I'll find it in the violence that will no doubt come from my little coup
It's funny how I'm wishing to be back on the road right now
Rolling over the pitch black pavement in the darkness of the night
When just a few minutes ago, all I wanted was to be out of my truck
And sitting here just watching my revenge become complete
I guess the pills are wearing off
Either that, or I'm already getting better

Now I know what it is . . .
This place is making sick
Smells like old stale man sweat and cat s**t
I think all male cats should have their balls cut off
They spray that s**t of theirs everywhere
F**k, all males of all species should have their balls cut
I'm not sure if the world would be a better place
But it wouldn't smell like low tide in the summer

I'm sure I'll never be able to hide from this dead f**k for too long
We all die and mostly by violent means
This f****r gets to go in sleep
I kind of wish it was me now
Hell, my assassin will be a clear golden liquid in a bottle, or a little yellow pill

I can't help from staring at his blood in my knife's blade
Does it taste the same after all these years?
Would the poison taint it any?
I'm sure it would help me to sleep, slowing my heart, making my breathing grow shallow
I could lay my head down on the train tracks
Close my eyes and try to laugh

I guess that's the joke in all this:

Roses and a ball peen hammer
Happy Valentine's Day Baby
The flowers are red and so's your head
You will never have known that I love you

Route 6-sixty six and I'm lost again
Which way to the rail yard (one last time)
I lost my baby there
Now I'm goin' to get you back
After the whiskey wears off, after I can see that face again