SubtleDagger

All's Fair In Love And Debauchery

Fire spits ash
Cremates bone-dry content
And burns away
The forlorn boy's
Thoughts of his toys.
He ponders his death
And the ardor that's left
As she walks in the room,
While their dark shadows loom
Over all he sought.

A piece of meat
And nothing else
Spread those legs just one more time
So the steel can drive its last point home
And the gaping maw will swallow whole
All the dreams you ever stole

Of course,
That's not what I mean...
(Or perhaps it is.)
What is it you'd rather hear,
A swan song or a cheap induction?
I'd rather hear nothing
But soft air screaming
Through the lowest decibels
With blood beating my temples;
That's all I've sought.

A beautiful face
For contorted screams
Open that mouth one more time
And seas of hands will tear it off
The desperate silence rues the day
You spoke and drove its calls away

And I saw
A rose in perfect bloom
Wilt in my hands
As if it knew me all too well
And still dug deeper towards hell
In shivering black carried caskets;
But all I ask of those brittle hands is
That they find the strength to wave,
And carry me to my distant grave
With all I've sought.

Is that too hard?
Remember that
You should lift with those legs
That you open so often,
And not with the back that
You're so apt to lie on

Just keep to roses
When you've left;
I'll sleep eternal,
While you'll have slept
With the same maggots
That have crept
Into my empty head.

Harlot.
Charlatan.
Open up those legs again.