April 22, 2008
04.22.08 - 10:26pm
He was on fire
She thought it was just some poetry
Flames scathed his insides
She said he should take two aspirin and go to sleep
He cut himself balling up his fists from the pain
She said it was too much for her to deal with
So she walked away
Because she could not believe
That love would do this to him
Or that the pain on his face
In his voice
Was somehow because of her
Of that she was sure
And he scrollered, why won’t you listen to me
As his blood thickened within his veins
And he scrollered, what the fuck
Unable to make his brain articulate
He started a whisper
Voice leaded with mud and strained intentions
Then she interrupted
Defending herself by stepping on his head
Pushing him down
And he broke his neck with civility
But she wasn’t watching
Too busy offended by all of the mess he made
His blood gushing, the anguish in his words
Because she could not believe
That love would do this to him
Or that the pain on his face
In his voice
Was somehow because of her
Of that she was sure
And he scrollered, why won’t you listen to me
As she mopped the floor, blind to his wounds
And he scrollered, what the fuck
Unable to make his brain articulate
And he begged her, gasping for air
As she clothed herself untouched, austere
And he begged her, gasping for air
And she told him to lower his voice
Told him he made too much noise
Told him that he was too heavy to listen to
While he drowned
And when the sun came up again
Bird songs replaced his gurgling heart
And when the sun came up again
She wore a black dress with a yellow flower
And said
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Everything living has to die
And smiled at the heavens
Thankful for the blessing
Thankful for the dressing
Thankful for the slaughter that made it
Possible
And as his soul was licked by hell
In a turbulent wind weighed down
By a broken heart
He cried out again, letting it go
And the last thing he saw
Just before the light erased his mind
Was her moving on
As if nothing happened
Because she could not believe
That love would do this to him
Or that the pain on his face
In his voice
Was somehow because of her
Of that she was sure
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