ask
I can feed my wrist to blade
make my marker rainbow fade
stamp out glory with my own feet
make my iron hands fold in defeat
I can dream a wizening nightmare
make my skeleton cupboard bare
plot my splatter-glorious fall
make skull tattoos on the wall
I can wage a suicidal fight
gloat happily over my fatal plight
swallow my god and then betray
make my enemy have his say
I can puncture my one life boat
make my breath from seeking float
aim my neck towards the noose
make my wins to make me lose
I can act against my will
make hypocrisy have its belchy fill
tear a historic childhood snap
make best friends feel a stranger’s gap
I can do this and please more
make tears from blue skies pour
if only I could make you bless
make you, yes you say a yes.
ram cobain
5 comments:
oooooohh!!! Gosh i would say a yes immediately. (such a sucker for being wooed!!!! :))
and then i would freak out (judgmental me would find the writer almost psycho and definitely scary!)
:) stop publishing your stuff on the net and find a publisher for a book i tell u
ahahahahhhahaa! felt a stephen-king-like goosebump as i was writing this :-)
don't know how to find a publisher...do you know how?
and would they judge me too or print it?
:-)
thanks for the ooooooh, much appreciated!!
suicidal ..... or the pretense of it? (just for the effect? ;))
ginger girl
neither.
just desperately seeking.
:-)
Is this a client that's hard to please or a search for that permanent squeeze? ;)
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