beat me. beat me! you dont even know me – at all. (or- i’ve got your #)

keep beating me why dont you?

into an ever bloodied pulp,

of pieces of me in rivers of you

and a lifetime of long lost dead dreams;

and in that steep moment- when  you get your high

and i with these wide open eyes,

back into deep corner,

where i have my back,

and no one can ever see me;

and those eyes watch you wail

on my thin little frame,

while a gasp of short breath

leaves in chains;

and i cant help but wonder

in my moment of truth

through the quaking faint shadow of night,

if its possible at all, through the faint raped coal fog

that the lifeless lost coward – is you.

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2 Responses to beat me. beat me! you dont even know me – at all. (or- i’ve got your #)

  1. Soul Walker says:

    This has quite the emotional force to it.

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