Killing Small Town Sunflowers 1.14.

1.14.

Never will
you be
able to tame
the wild
in me

I am
A animal
A savage
A feral
figment
of long lost
nightmares

I can see
through your
manipulative
tricks
Now watch
as I dig
your ditch
Still in my
stiletto
kicks
With the smell
of last nights
gunpowder
Your shirt
stained with
my led kiss
Broken wrist
Vintage lips
scratching
burnt up
fingerprints
Cocaine lies
behind deaths
pale blue eyes
Lay your head
between my
thighs

Death threats
chain smoking
silent
cigarettes
Sit back down
babe
we’re not
finished yet

Those cowboy
lips
Still killing
it
1st degree
murder
Never gave
a s**t
Oh the things
I will do
to make me
feel alive