Bluesy's Insane Lover
by Bluesy Socrateaser on Wed Mar 04, 2009 5:25 am
Thistles tickle me, burdock pleases my palette compared to her stare. Every moment of every single day, I live with her fears.
She's been to the "house", and played in all the pretty rooms where the walls are soft.
She says she loves me, then pulls out her knives and I bleed again. She has no one else. Those she left behind are dead
Maybe I'll be next
Why do I stay on to live through this hell of hers?
I know the reason
It's those other times when her madness slips away, and she lays with me.
But it never lasts.
Soon after, love's light dims and she grows darker. Then she must go back,
back to the little room I made for her where the walls are soft.
And we keep secrets don't we, my insane lover?
Secrets to die for.
She's been to the "house", and played in all the pretty rooms where the walls are soft.
She says she loves me, then pulls out her knives and I bleed again. She has no one else. Those she left behind are dead
Maybe I'll be next
Why do I stay on to live through this hell of hers?
I know the reason
It's those other times when her madness slips away, and she lays with me.
But it never lasts.
Soon after, love's light dims and she grows darker. Then she must go back,
back to the little room I made for her where the walls are soft.
And we keep secrets don't we, my insane lover?
Secrets to die for.