Why can't you haunt me the way you used to
when I stopped breathing for hours each night?
Maybe we have been dead for centuries,
or maybe we have never lived at all,
but I know what you do
while I sleep without grace in my coffin.
She may embrace your naivety, but
never again will I.
Why can't you choke me the way you used to
when there wasn't too much blood in my mouth?
Maybe the crows aren't coming this time,
or maybe they've been here since yesterday,
but your sins follow me
while I grasp diabolical rapture.
She may dissect your lips with her tongue, but
never again will I.
Why can't you singe me the way you used to
when fire didn't leave repulsive scars?
Maybe the same dream is still repeating,
or maybe I haven't had it at all,
but I wake up screaming
while you paint your fucking face with laughter.
She may smile, thinking you're in love, but
never again will I.
Why can't you slap me the way you used to
when I prayed for your hand to veil face?
Maybe "my river of tears has run dry..."
or maybe my eyes are filled with maggots,
but I step through cracked glass
while you keep throwing more in front of me.
She may chew it with sincerity, but
never again will I. |
Submission Name: Crows
