Slowly does it

Another of my slightly morbid ones... it's sort of about how you think the little things don't matter, until they start to tear you apart. It's got a couple of nice lines but it's not one of my favourites

Slowly does it

Drip. Drip. Drip.
Thick and dark and slimy
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Tainting the white ceramic
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The way you tainted my pure love
So white like virginal crystalline innocence
And I thought a little sin wouldn't hurt
One prick. Two. Three
In the thumb
In the heart
Inside of me: tore me apart

Run, Run, Run,
Vibrant, Toxic, Scary
Run, Run, Run,
Past the preening waterfowl
Run, Run, Run,
As thoughts run through my heard
So tangled like coarse string
I thought a short game would suffice
One knot, two, three
In the stomach
In the heart
Around my wrist, my nightmares start

Flow Flow Flow
Lucid Fluid Caramel
Flow Flow Flow
Edging closer to the abyss
Flow Flow Flow
Like that icy waterfall
That we stood under
So refreshing like green adrenaline
That coursed through the veins I used to have
I thought of only one embrace
Tighter to the power three
Arms
Heart
Neck - like a poison dart

By Bekaboo
17/05/05