You made me the moonlight,
a vampire in a gun fight,
said everything would be alright
then covered up the sunlight;
didn't think you'd try to bite
as I reached to light
candles in the twilight
but all your lessons made me
an acolyte:
never trust a parasite
masquerading as a
socialite.
YOU ARE READING
The Empress Rises
PoesieYou broke me before you even knew what it meant to break, stood back & watched me go up in flames. Don't mourn for long; you'll need your legs when I rise from the devastation you laid.
