Despair makes a Bad Boyfriend

Published February 3, 2013 by pipsqueak

You’ve pushed me away for too long

And now I rise to the surface, trailing dead things and the scent of panic

I will stop up your ears and mouth with rotted linen

I will coat your eyes in weariness

I will twist your precious viscera

And leave you feeble and quaking,

Rocking back and forth mechanically on twisted sheets

To lull me into dullness

And I will lay quiet in the dark beside you

Then wake you, gnawing on your ears

Oh, the things I have planned for you, my love

I will waltz you without rest

I will make you dizzy

I will dip you down low


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