A Date With Death
Inside the old church,
You lit a smoke and sipped your flask.
"Have You Ever Died?"
With dead-serious eyes, you asked,
With a little laugh
To make it like you were joking.
Yeah, you were breath-taking;
You left me Gasping and Choking.
This cemetery Gets a little warmer at night.
You, me, and bottles Of Bourbon and Formaldehyde;
The mix was toxic.
You were Blurry,I was Confused
And drunk on all the lies
You tried to make sound like the truth.
We're in a Sandbox.
You're giving off Good Vibrations,
The kind that rock worlds,
Tear through schools and police stations,
and fire houses, Hospitals and the happy homes
Of neutered house-trained dogs
With backyards full of buried bones.
On a Date with Death,
And I've never felt so alive.
Her crooked smile
Makes my heart burn up my insides.
he is hot as Hell,
With horns and a lovely forked tongue
he's a devil, And he's as Evil as they come
On a Date with Death,
Painting the town blood-red for laughs.
"Have You Ever Died?"
he knew the truth before i asked
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Posted by everything has been figured out;except how to live at 9:25 AM
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3 comments:
One of the best of your creation....I donno wat to say...it was the pathos or the depth...the enigmatic interiors stretch & wat gets created is sumthing like this....
the enigmatic interiors stretchs too long inside me....sometime you need someone.....so i thought why not lets take death for a date ....becoz noone can swallow me
You write very well.
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