Dying as the Black Sheep

by The Queen of Spades   Jan 15, 2007


I take my heart, my body, my soul
And put it on a platter for you
You, only, I trust could do murder upon it so righteously
To shred and skewer
And drink the blood
It drips down your face
"To suck all the marrow out of life"
But you put that to the test
For you consume all
And leave the joyful, unhappy
The lively, weathered and down
And bliss has lost all meaning
Independence gone
In the ocean of the same
I refuse to take your thoughts as mine
I deny you the right to take my life in your hands
But still you turn you head away
Will you ever just look at me
See me for who I am
Overlooking the barcdoe tattooed on my forehead?
But no you will not gain back your sight
You shall stay blind until I no longer have the strength to fight
So my last battle
Suicide
But you turn your head to me for that
You see me now...
But now it's all too late
For me and you
But you were always dead
I only stopped breathing first.

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