gods teethA Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR
brokenhearted
but still you took this rusty nail you call a heart and slammed into my head you said you would be a friend to my darkness you said you would break bread with my rage so heart beating faster sweat breaking on brow still your silent still your liars book remains unburnt still your liars house has life while the twin razors of your eyes stare at me out of my history and out of my pain sweet pain now when you finally did speak you poured gasoline on my heads fire and then you ran laughin it wont be enough to watch a pack of wild dogs pick your bones clean their fur matted with your stain it wont be enough to burn your house to the ground i'm gonna break its bones in my teeth i'm gonna eat your world whole can you feel my teeth on your mind i'm eating you alive from the inside of your skull brokenhearted this rusty nail you call a heart is covered in my innocent blood your filthy lies dance laughing in my eye my loins burn to see your house destroyed to see your filthy book burn this rusty nail you call a heart i'm gonna drive it like a jackhammer into your love like gods eyes on the hand on the wicked i'm gonna eat your world whole break its bones with my teeth with my darkness with my rage ("gods teeth" is a curse from the elizabethan era) © 2014 MARK JOHN JUNOR |
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Added on August 7, 2014 Last Updated on August 7, 2014 AuthorMARK JOHN JUNORmiramar, FLAbout© 2015 mark john junor all of my poems are my exclusive property and all rights are reserved more..Writing
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