Suicidal TendenciesA Poem by Saint SpookyAnd in the end she dies when love turns into suicide.Her long dark hair wraps around my heart Like fine bow ties The knots worn and matted with blood Another noose around this heart She's gripping me With her love, like nails in my feet With her fingers in my incision You and me, me and you; us.. We're stepping into togetherness And you have me by my heart strings We have this down to a dance The type where I melt into your touch And those lips drag my across the floor We're stepping into an emptiness While this hold of yours infects me String my heart, break it clots, Get ready to evacuate soul.. Once again the pleasure strangles me, I can't breath with you're tears in my lungs And I'll never trust anyone As easily as we did the first time Lips choke No breath Beg, begging Plead to her Breath air into me Inflate my lungs and tell me I'm fine Why do you lay there so morbidly still? Where have I seen this face before? You're becoming just another, Just another broken down piece of flesh How can you be so cruel? As you hold onto my heart And in this mess of hair, and blood Our suicidal tendencies are tied. Like your fine white collar bow ties © 2010 Saint Spooky
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StatsAuthorSaint SpookyMaui, HIAboutLet me remind you of what happened to the Jackal who divided portions, between Himself, the Fox and the Lion... After the three animals had bagged an enormous amount of game, The Lion asked the Ja.. more..Writing
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