Something I wrote during a slow day at work:

I’m walking on eggshells, "Don’t make a sound."
Then face down on cold concrete, gagged and tightly bound.
I choke out, "I love you," But the words just pour out [red]red.
You say, "Please don’t cry, baby, nothing hurts when you’re dead."

And then come the stars,
No more beautiful than deceiving
Shock asphyxiates me,
Can you tell that I’m not breathing?
It’s a torrid cat and mouse game;
You’re always toying with my head.
You say, “Don’t worry, baby, nothing matters when you’re dead.”

And then your eyes swim into focus,
All I see is my reflection
Mouth open like the cut you make with painfully slow perfection
And although I’m losing focus,
My words ring harshly in my head,
I said, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll forgive you when I’m dead."

Something I wrote during a slow day at work:

I’m walking on eggshells, "Don’t make a sound."
Then face down on cold concrete, gagged and tightly bound.
I choke out, "I love you," But the words just pour out [red]red.
You say, "Please don’t cry, baby, nothing hurts when you’re dead."

And then come the stars,
No more beautiful than deceiving
Shock asphyxiates me,
Can you tell that I’m not breathing?
It’s a torrid cat and mouse game;
You’re always toying with my head.
You say, “Don’t worry, baby, nothing matters when you’re dead.”

And then your eyes swim into focus,
All I see is my reflection
Mouth open like the cut you make with painfully slow perfection
And although I’m losing focus,
My words ring harshly in my head,
I said, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll forgive you when I’m dead."