Monday, April 22, 2013

In His Eyes

I bite back the words
Poisoned prisoners
My teeth their bars
They leer out of my brain
My eyes
Their silent hatred bleed towards you
Your calloused ways
The innocent things you say
You view me as a problem
That you will fix
I am not to be solved
I do not ever forget
So say what you want
Begin my countdown
As my hands reach closer
And closer in the dark
Your jugular will dance
Such a tranquil rhythm
A song to sing us to sleep

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