Sunday, July 12, 2015

Break thy river.

Honey,
You dripped honey,
Your eyes followed me
As i twisted,
As i floundered,
And no plea for help
Could take me ashore

And that foul smile
Did not abathe,
For all you could know
Was to hate
And to pierce,
As a remnant out in the sea,
A castaway.

So i say, i cry,
In here, this bed of disgust,
That you may end what you start,
That venom that tastes sweet
May be what drowns me,
Let me wallow
In the heart that you devour.
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