Poison

If you're simple. Which is only most likely. Stay in your hole and keep your chin tucked under your bloodied eyes.

It’s hard

When someone takes a pick axe to your heart

All because they want some monkey of a diamond

To thread and wear like an acolyte’s necklace

Well damn you love

I starved my nightmare

And hoped you might dress your sleeve with my soul

But you only stole the universe I called home

And sold it for a thing-

A thing!

 

Called desire.