I've waited by the fountain,
I've waited by the well.
I waited for the devil woman
Marching out of hell.
I gave her bowls of kindness,
And ribbons for her skin.
She gave me fire and brimstone
And she gave me nothing.
I ran into her madness,
I ran into her rain.
Her wretched claws tore through me:
Trained in inflicting pain.
She scorched me with her bosom,
She smiled through my back.
She took me over leather,
Worn and black and cracked.
She gave me sex pathetic,
She clothed me under sin.
She eyed my gland and I, unmanned,
Watched her smile within.
I stood against a streetlight,
In summer evening chill.
She fed me nonsense from her hands,
And bent me to her will.
She gave me armoured silence
And hatred tasting love.
A creature with a beaded eye,
And tears as red as blood.
She makes me paper promises,
Which she perforates with lies.
She carries blades beneath her lace,
Her legs can carve out eyes.
She laughs out loud with lovers,
While I tightrope on hope.
She pins her eye down rifles line
And keeps me in her scope.
She gathers in an empty house,
With cynicisms charm.
She screams and yells the warning bells
Of unions alarm.
A blood red mane of madness,
Frames her laugh lined cheek.
She harvests loneliness and pain,
And preys on strong and weak.
She craves chaotic drama,
And folds flesh in her hands.
She's elbow deep in lovers chests,
It's all she understands.
You'd never know to see her,
That she'd cause the devils stir.
Prey for her you never fall,
They call her Lucy Fur.
YOU ARE READING
Bloody Words
PoesíaPoems for the twisted souls who dance at night. The cauldron stirrers, aorta slurpers down right damned to hell life usurpers. We all have a dark side, I invite you to enjoy yours. For the broken and the damned walk amongst us every day.
