Hold on ...I'm not done yet !

Hold on ...I'm not done yet-bella

I wanna stutter when I spew my anger
Just so the bullets can form zig zag patterns as they pierce your epidermis
I wanna dribble my tears into your open wounds -callousness
I wanna take the fork I buried beneath my ladiness and swirl your lust like spaghetti between the prongs of my venom
Cause you are ...
An expulsion of shame
A gift wrapped pain
Something like used piece of gum replenished with the sweet hate of not knowing who you are or what you've become
You fight fate
You fight me
You think innocence is probably an episode of ken and barbie
And you make jokes
And you live in my world like a monument of hypocrisy

You arouse my anger so much that I wanna
Strangle you with my thoughts
I wanna have you like a pendulum
Swaying left to right
Swinging from death to life
And both are reluctant to claim you

And just when you let that tear of sympathy pilot its way to my numb state
I'll let you be
But
Hold on I'm not done yet

I wanna strap you down to a chair
With the broken mirrors of composure roped around your wrists
And I bet if my anger could dance for you
She'd probably dance to a song that speaks four languages of hate
A dialect only your conscience can translate

I bet if she danced for you
Your shame would have an instant erection
She'd tease your ball of tears until they are bright blue
She'd paint your eyes scarlet
A clone of the colour that taints her contorted veins
Don't be fooled this won't be a pleasurable sadistic ride ..
This won't be a last taste so you would remember what you're leaving behind
This
This is a ritual ..
As you lay strapped in thoughts of me
Soaked in the pollens of a disguised tulip
You would be paralyzed
And I'll leave you to simmer in the acidity of a borrowed pleasurable dissension into varying degrees of a chilled pain


And just before you're at 0 degrees Celsius
I'll thaw you with the whippings of my invisible tears