2015-2016 Poetry

I Don't Want to Die in Your Arms

1/28/16

I don't want to die in your arms,

I know we're next to the grave that you dug,

Since the day you signed me to life support,

You've also had a hand resting on the plug,

I don't want to die in your arms,

I can feel the bones beneath your flesh,

I can feel the scales poking from underneath your skin,

I can feel your cold breath, your flicking tongue,

But I won't let it happen again, no, I won't let you in!

Chorus:

You're a monster, You're a reptile,

You're a single drop of blood on white tile,

Sinister, solely cold blooded,

You needed my talent when you said you loved my style,

You're a poacher, you caught me,

I know you would eat me,

My bright red blood on bleach white teeth,

You're a hunter, you caught me,

I know you could eat me,

But you're not out for dinner, you're out for a trophy,

I don't care, however,

I don't care how I go,

I just want to die free!

I've told you, you know,

Just let me die free!

You caught me, I know,

But just let me die free,

I don't care how I go

Note: I wrote this in response to Kesha's struggle during her trial.