CARRY ON cutting my wrists
Was it the flutter of your eyelashes
Like a thousand doves taking flight
That drew them to you, mercilessly
Or was it the sweet nothingness that you whispered in their ears
Was it your touch on their flesh
Like ripples on a stream
Or possibly the fierce kisses
That led them willingly to your gallows
Did they run their hands through your hair
Like their necks through the hang mans loop
Did they slip their tongues between your teeth
Like their necks on the executioners block
Dig you tuck your face into their necks and kiss their throats
Like the snakes deadly bite
Did you dig you finger nails into their backs
Like the poison injection
Was it your sweet musky smell
The bitter smell of death
Or was it your little cries and moans
That took them six feet under
How did you send them all to undertaker
In their black suits and red ties
Is that all I am to you
Another funeral to crash
Was it was your wishes
That I pin myself to your wall
With the hunting knife through my stomach
I wonder how many boys you did this to
The Misfit Prince
