i could be a murderess
slaying all the lying iloveyous
you screamed across the delicate spark in me
all sick dead plots masked up in kisses
i could burn you out
hang over your star and blow its flame to dark
there would be nothing left of you
i want to drain the poison from you and make it
the sweet wine of your evanescence
swallowing it to finish you off
i want to breathe the words back to you
in your darkest hours;
your judgement as you combust into
orange spiraling flames--
my serenity

04/04/2004

Author's Note: sorry... i'm angry tonight.

Posted on 04/05/2004
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