Night Fever.

by Ironic Allure   Jan 10, 2006

Your lips are better than mine,
So you can kiss this goodbye,
Out of control, I'm losing my sight.
You can't count on me.
Enlighten me, show me my fate,
It's just a name, just a face,
Would you go out of your way,
To keep the vendetta alive?
You can't have expectations.
I'll march myself to irony,
From a saturated life.
You should stay out of my way,
Because I can still hear you,
You won't stop screaming my name,
It's cold and it's dry,
It's a sad, sad sight.
Only the strongest will survive.
You're out of line.
It's beauty in the breakdown,
Let the games begin,
Your virgin eyes are fading,
I guess you're broken in.
But I'm used to making it worse,
Instigating 4 letter words.
There's no incentive to guess.
You're taking liberties.
Feeding on anxiety's.
Where have you been, all of my life?
I don't want to come back.
Come back around tonight.
I think it's time for over-kill.
I suggest you stay away.

©Laura Shaw, January 10th 2006.


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  • 12 years ago

    by limp

    Wow!!! nice poem. so much meenin. itz so botiful in itz own wai.
    plz rd myn 2.

  • 12 years ago

    by limp

    & i didn't realise her name was ratchild ;x

  • 12 years ago

    by master of shadow

    Brilliant peice, very well written and a great use of words.


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