Post by somaybeitsme on Dec 6, 2003 2:39:39 GMT -5
forwarning-my stuff is very deep, and i'm not afraid to tell like it is...
The Virgin-Whore Complex
I lost one of my ribs.
You ate it all up
Taste so delicious
I can still see the residue
Of barbeque sauce
Around your crusty lips.
I can’t breathe
Your naked body
Crushes me.
Our sweaty skin
Melting together
Like candle wax
Heaping on your steel shovel
And you dig
Dig,
Dig.
Trying to get deep inside
Something that will burn you first.
Pull you apart.
Thin like paper.
I could rip you up in pieces
But you already knocked
Down my precious cherry tree-
With a bloody ax.
Still I wonder
Whose blood was that
To shine on an illuminating piece
Of sharp metal
That smashed every luscious cherry
Into a muddy swamp
Of black maggots and slimy parasites
Feeding off your manhood.
A withering cross
And shield
Protecting
Your valuable trinkets
Of fine tarnished jewels
A rubbish prospect
You can see it-
Beauty
In a twisting kaleidoscope
Moving on
To more bright colors
Appealing to the eyes
As the crackling sound
Of bones scratches
Your eardrums
With a painful sound
Of love,
And You
Broke
My rib
The only part
That I ever had
To show my fearless face
The lost identity
That I never had
As you ate up
Every piece
That you could get
A hold of
Just so you
Could say-
“I told you so”
The Virgin-Whore Complex
I lost one of my ribs.
You ate it all up
Taste so delicious
I can still see the residue
Of barbeque sauce
Around your crusty lips.
I can’t breathe
Your naked body
Crushes me.
Our sweaty skin
Melting together
Like candle wax
Heaping on your steel shovel
And you dig
Dig,
Dig.
Trying to get deep inside
Something that will burn you first.
Pull you apart.
Thin like paper.
I could rip you up in pieces
But you already knocked
Down my precious cherry tree-
With a bloody ax.
Still I wonder
Whose blood was that
To shine on an illuminating piece
Of sharp metal
That smashed every luscious cherry
Into a muddy swamp
Of black maggots and slimy parasites
Feeding off your manhood.
A withering cross
And shield
Protecting
Your valuable trinkets
Of fine tarnished jewels
A rubbish prospect
You can see it-
Beauty
In a twisting kaleidoscope
Moving on
To more bright colors
Appealing to the eyes
As the crackling sound
Of bones scratches
Your eardrums
With a painful sound
Of love,
And You
Broke
My rib
The only part
That I ever had
To show my fearless face
The lost identity
That I never had
As you ate up
Every piece
That you could get
A hold of
Just so you
Could say-
“I told you so”
