Overkill // My love
Feast away on my defective pieces.
I don’t want them. I don’t care.
It’s enslavement anyways
to be this bare,
to put my soul on the ground where your dirty feet walk,
to put it on the kitchen floor and drag through some broken glass
like it’s sidewalk chalk.
***
Don’t you dare to talk, you ass,
the deep rumbling of your voice is such a bitter pill.
you lost the chance to speak to me when you broke my will,
the one I found shattered by bathroom door all those years ago…
What an overkill,
my love,
that autumn when your smile could make flowers grow
I swore that I’ll never hate, and I’ll take it slow.
But here I am, four hundred days later, crumbled to the bone,
And you’re crushed.
Closer than ever, yet feeling alone,
the adrenaline rush,
it’s long gone.
Goodbye, my friend,
take care, I hope your soulless body finds a home
when you wake up disliking yourself without me,
yet I don’t pick up the phone.
I’ll be far out of zone
where your white lies can’t reach,
where you can’t find
the unmarked headstone.
Alone.
