I've gone to hell
I've flirted with death
She whispers passionately " are you next?"
It's like an assembly line of all my misdeeds and crimes
And she asked what made me sour
I replied "I was born a lime"
It was dark we were where the sun didn't shine
The dim lights
Kept me from being blind
But rumor has it , never stare death in the eyes
So as she tried to tempt me I turned to the other side
She kissed me and held me
Spoke words of poison
While remaining sharp like a knife
Reconsidering I'd be okay with her as a wife
A temptress meant to haunt me
Even in the afterlife
A poison wish such intoxication
A sip is what I might , just agree
And as I try to leave she pulls me back down and moans " baby please" and who am I to tell her no , as her pale skin did glow
While her eyes were tougher than bones
I realized some of my time was loaned
And she sapped it away the life force I held within
I realized there was no way I would win
So I spilled the truth staring right in her face
And as I did that I realized my place
I could not shake the feeling of mistake
But she made me realize that by
Her side I must stay
~ tales of death
YOU ARE READING
A COLLECTION OF MY FEELINGS
PuisiMy own poetry which I use to express myself. I sometimes feel like I'm not supposed to be on planet Earth and all my life I have to cope with these different choices and scenarios that do more harm than help. It is up to me to push through it, but I...
