Friday, September 4, 2009

yet again buying shit I don't need.
























You weren’t the kind of man
a woman called home
and you weren’t prone
to acts of morality
but fuck you were a saint
to me
in a place where law
ruled over no one.
I would’ve given
my last fucking breath
to see you end;
when they found you
your head was bashed in
but your eyes were open
like they always were
black like they always were
inscrutable;
you were a sly
cocksucker
till the end.

1 comment:

Samantha said...

"but your eyes were open
like they always were
black like they always were
inscrutable;"
I love that, goddamn.

Also, I hope all is well with you, gorgeous lady. I'm so sad about TR dying but at least some of us are still ever-in-contact.<3