Description: I called it James because I simply want to kill him, and when I do it'll be as beauitful as a mother fucking sunrise.
James -------------------------------------------
I'll string together as many plastic beads that will fit around your neck
I'll line this smoke with as much coke fifty dollars can buy
We'll dance until the moonlight hugs our clothes
And I’ll never regret my midnight serenade
I'll write every word that pierces your spine
So you dream of my next move and fear my checkmate
We'll lay in bed until the sunlight stings our eyes
And I'll never forget my midnight serenade
I'll drive your heart right into my knife
Point your fingers towards my gun
We'll laugh until the dark sky fills our lungs
And I'll always remember my midnight serenade
I'll get you so high the clouds hold you back
Then I'll whisper your suicide and drown you in your own tears
I'll stare at your lifeless body until the moonlight grabs a hold of me
And I've already forgotten my midnight serenade.
Uh wow .....
That made me hurt from the "serenade"
This is a regretful sounding poem here.
It made the think of the times I have
[censored]ed up on something and made me
Rethink a few regrets I have.
I would add a few stanzas’ in the end to
other show more pain from it or how easily you
disregard it.
Submission Name: James
