Hook, Line, and Sink Her

A Poem by Vivica Heart

Well I grabbed my keyboard last night and opened up my blog on myspace. I let my fringers do the talking, and well, I like what they had to say. :]

Here, fishy fishy fishy.

I can just see you calling me now.
Your bait lowered in the water, waiting for the nibble.
Here it comes, get ready to pull.
You know I love it when your hook rips through my face.

Hey, fishy fishy fishy.

I can just hear you talking softly to me.
You've ripped me from my comfort and safety.
Pretend I'm not suffocating and watch me flop helplessly.
You know I love looking like a fool for you.

Sweet fishy fishy fishy.

I can just feel you caressing me with your words.
Holding me still, calming me down.
Go on, sweet-talk me some more.
You know I love it when you lie to me.

Bye, fishy fishy fishy.

I can just know that you'll kill me.
Pretend you're doing me a favor, easing my misery.
Please, take your time with that knife
You know I love it when you kill me slowly

©SRM '08