kay-z10
09-18-2011, 09:29 PM
Seventh of December
A date to not forget
I try not to recall
Yet never to be forgotten
You pierce my mind
Without a care, permission none
You know all, yet
Your heart is bolted shut
You contrive a plan
So devious yet skilled
I must be impressed, yet
Truly I shall be sickened
Your thoughts so twisted
Your mind diseased,
I wonder; is it infectious?
A poison, spreading rapidly
Time again I find myself
Curled up next to you,
A masochist, am I? A drug,
Are you?
I am not a shell, in which
Found inside is naught,
Even a nut! Perhaps the
Nut without the shell I am
Seventh of December
The date I can’t forget
Because the death came
No warning hence, my withdrawal setting in.
A date to not forget
I try not to recall
Yet never to be forgotten
You pierce my mind
Without a care, permission none
You know all, yet
Your heart is bolted shut
You contrive a plan
So devious yet skilled
I must be impressed, yet
Truly I shall be sickened
Your thoughts so twisted
Your mind diseased,
I wonder; is it infectious?
A poison, spreading rapidly
Time again I find myself
Curled up next to you,
A masochist, am I? A drug,
Are you?
I am not a shell, in which
Found inside is naught,
Even a nut! Perhaps the
Nut without the shell I am
Seventh of December
The date I can’t forget
Because the death came
No warning hence, my withdrawal setting in.