Crazed Beauty

 She had an air

Of madness

That exceeded any known

To man,

Proper barmy, mental and mad

Yet,

She was stunning, boy she

Looked good,

All the blokes and geezers

Would cling to her

Like…genital warts…

But for me,

I was the black spot

The one who wasn’t

Coiled around her finger

And for this,

She adored me…

 

So much so, that

I had to change me

Phone number

Stop visiting frequent haunts

Cos she’d be there

With that crazed

Wild beautiful stare…

 

Spying my acquaintances

Listening to my every breath

But,

The words I was saying

Weren’t the ones she was

Hearing….and her

Possessiveness could

Only lead to murder…

And murder entails blood

And I prefer it

While it’s still blue,

Blue in the veins, without

The laceration to the skin

Enabling the oxygen to

Turn it red…

 

Once I left a pub

And a bottle flew past me

Just missing my head

I swear to God I saw

Her hiding in the shadows…

 

Men would hound her

Persist her for a date,

A place to go

Some food to eat

Anything to be seen,

With her…

But not me,

For I knew of the

Unbalance warping her head

And her ominous promise

She’d rather see me dead…