the dare

ludacris,
your lies pour out of your
mouth
like Old Faithful.
you can not stop your bad habits,
even if they killed you.
but they do not kill you,
instead they kill me
and i cry with
deep
and
dark wails in the night/
for some reason you cannot hear them.
your lies make me so
sick
and for some reason you cannot see that
because all you care about is the
pleasure she gives you.
that sick pleasure.
do you enjoy your
Killing, your
Raping,
of my heart?
try, you b*****d,
i dare you.

Reviews

[The Nude Writer]

Very powerful poem!

[Acer]

Dominant words. Nicely written.

[Erin Michelle]

thank you

[Acer]

you're welcome :-')