The blood, it doesn’t stop,
but I like the way it feels
like all the sins of today
are leaving just in time.
The warmth leaves my body,
pooled on the floor
as my skin grows colder
with every drop I lose.
Why’d you have to stop it
when it was simply meant to be?
I never asked to be saved
by anyone but me.
Covered in cinders
but damn, she cleans up so good
this barefoot beauty.
Every ounce of pain I’ve caused
was really for your own good
but your eyes will only see the demon
that your mind has tricked you
into believing is me.
Every ounce of pain I feel
is for your aching soul
and for each time I hurt you
that demon that you see,
haunts not you, but me.
Hoots and hollers
and smokers’ cheers.
Booze and breathing,
anticipation leers.
Sultry swinging,
hips and fears.
Dirty dancing
intentions clear.
You search high and low
and turn on every light.
You search all day
and well into the night.
You ask me again
if I know where it is
but I am busy napping
and have no time for a quiz.
It’s my toy your looking for
and I just don’t care,
but you look all you like
since it’s hidden in my hair.
My heart races,
beating a warning
my brain is to dumb
to comprehend,
when has falling
ever been good!?
All the things
I thought I loved
turn slowly into
all the things
I hate.
Those big blue eyes
burn ice cold.
That witty tongue
bites through gold.
The heat of the moment
has become a heated moment
and finally love boils over
into hate.
She beats inside my chest
from the very moment I wake
and fills my every thought
with every breath I take.
She is the reason I live
as her every move feeds my soul
and every breath she takes
she leaves my heart so full.
Your beauty exceeds the standard,
as do all your other traits:
your cleverness,
your eagerness,
your ruthlessness.
The skin you wear so well
would make a perfect pair of boots
so then I could walk on you
as you have done on me.
Little lion man
mourns, away from all others,
just waiting to roar.
Always in a hurry,
rushing out the door,
speeding in your car,
so you can still be poor.
Time is money,
flying on the wind,
lining another’s pockets
for others who have sinned.
Always in a rush,
just to hurry up and wait
for your very own turn
to tempt this thing called fate.
Money is time
you can never get back
so are you happy
being so far off track?
Autumn Siders 