December 8, 2011

Too Close to the Heart

You took a knife that you sharpened
And stabbed me in the back,
You did this repeatedly
Until I stopped moving,
You licked the blood off
Of the cold blade warmed
By the passion that made me alive.
You dragged my corpse
On the ground carelessly,
An old rag doll that you stole,
And threw me into
The cold, dark freezer
So you can thaw me
Whenever you need
Something to hurt.