big man
Whip in hand
Thinks he’s got what it takes
To win
Games of sin
Seems he’s made a mistake
I’m not
A single shot
I’ll make you wish you could stay
Try now
Break me down
You’ll never escape these chains
I will
Shoot to kill
Make sure your eyes are on me
This thrill
Ill make you feel
And then I’ll turn to leave
Get down
On the ground
I want you begging on your knees
Why?
Because all the things I loved
Were lies and clever bait
But I’ll be the one you’re dreaming of
until you finally awake
I’ll kiss you in every treasured place
And have you whispering my name
remember when you were my poison?
I’ll destroy you just the same
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Just a friendly reminder, you can always borrow my bat. Apparently someone needs to be hit upside the head with it.
This makes me want to get up and fight! So, I had fun reading this, my favorites were the lines that applied simultaneously to the preceding and following line. I suspect most readers only see one interpretation (depending on their innate mindset) and more “feel” the other… If that makes any sense.
Is it odd that I think this is a healthier mindset than feeling beaten? Heck, if your like me you go through phases. Angry, Sad, Lonely, Depressed, Loathing, Why… Currently I’m in the apathy phase about them…
I love this. Although my life is certainly no shining example, I think rage is our last line of defense that keeps us from giving up and slipping into the abyss. If you know how to control it, channel it, make it work for you instead of against you. That’s why I love this poem, because my dear Sammi, although the fury is enough to eat holes in you (as well as anyone in your general vicinity) you arranged it into the perfect structure of words. And like a lot of the earliest poems you posted here, it reminded me of the productive power of anger. Screw yoda, I LIKE the dark side of the force! And if that fails, Walrus has a nice Louisville slugger you can borrow and go Al Capone on someone’s ass.