Thorns and honey
Sweet lullaby nightmares
where trust once slept
in a bed made of pine needles
that smell so sweet, but prick
she stole my patience
and shew me about angst
and how women can be so slick
Damn Trick!
Her neck was sugar laced
her lips tasted of guava passion
With an arsenic heart she fed
My hungry soul
A banquet of slowdeath
and a chance to be a martyr,
For all the cats who lose control.
Love takes Toll.