Convulsions
Of Passion
We
roamed the streets of the world,
We
roamed the map of our meat and bones,
Pressing
my face against the windshield,
Right
now I’m watching our past,
When
I was still alive,
When you
pulled up in this place,
Also unlike tonight,
We pressed
together our bodies,
Whether
one is a saint or a serial killer,
The
bravest coward or the most believable crook,
All will grow year after year in the same soil,
All
thoughts and dreams will be gone,
You
used your coldest,
Your most
successful,
Your
most beautiful hook,
You
asked me daintily ‘Kill me’,
You
believed any moment was perfect to die,
When
you are young and successful,
When your
biggest achievement,
Your
sublimest invention,
Was a
gallant design,
A
twee and detailed manuscript,
How
to love and to kill any attractive woman,
I was
your longest line,
You sculptured
the sickest lie,
It
had a warped appetite for destruction,
You
directed the best way to die,
You
didn’t want to be killed by a victim,
A
victim sees you through animal holes,
A
pair of beady eyes,
Overflowing
with aggression,
No
one bets on a victim,
No
one trusts a victim,
Everyone
bets on a player,
You
wanted to fall by the hand of a woman,
Whom
you worshipped and loved,
More
than your life,
For
the first time you wanted to know,
How
it felt,
When
you were unwilling to hurt in response,
Someone
who killed you to throw,
Your
yesterday in the dirt,
How
could I know?
The
last moment the tell-tale scenario changed,
I was
the one to be killed,
I lost
my throne,
I
fell royally by your hand,
So,
Hovering
over me,
You
were afraid of my blood,
Staining
and starring your animal jacket,
You
irrational fear was strange and absurd,
You’d
been already covered in it,
The
moment I got in your car,
Don’t
you remember how it smelt?
My
torturer,
And
my warning,
You
warned me,
‘It
tries to bring us together,
Let’s
try to stay apart’,
I
didn’t listen,
I
made a joke,
‘Don’t
be afraid,
I
promise,
You’ll
love the way I bite’.
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