Bolt Cutters

Soft kisses relentlessly up and down my neck…

I’m just not good enough for you…

Everyday…

I’m docking payment from bloody hands…

Blood Diamonds…

Blood money…

That car crash…

Wreckage I am…

yet…

you find the time to leave your territory markings…

On my skin…

That passion is in your possession…

I’m just your test subject that your always trying to revive…

From….

My deadly ties…

Criminology…

Will love for food…

If you can open your mind…

More than you lips…

Forever could be forever…

Under the record needle my song loops…

“I need you honey….”

“I need you honey….”

“I need you honey…. ”

 

I assumed my life was broken…

So I smashed the record player…

I might have startled you…

you no my heart…

you knew that I’d kill myself before I ever hurt you…

That’s your bumper sticker to…

Tattooed on a naive heart…

You can’t erase the baby foot soldiers past…

Sence a baby foot soldier…

But…

One soft kiss to the jugular vien…

Could awaken…

An thaw out the…

Mysterious infectious battle field memories…

That you can never understand…

Till you become what I was…

“Fuck it….”

What I am……………

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