like a cigerette

i'll fill your lungs

and writhe in your throat

until you exhale me

as smoke

but you my sweet,

my heart,

are more subtle than most

you kill your loved ones

like second hand smoke

quiet and slow

you kill for the thrill

slaughtering your innocents

like a deadly perfume

you've always been the dramatic sort

you like to make a scene

and you've captured my attention

and you've monopolized my dreams

i wish i could turn you off

and gentely press rewind

stopping you in freeze frame

smiling,

gazing,

eyes-set

sleepily

drifting into mine

i will always remeber

our game of war

and the night i spent dreaming on your floor

alone in the dark

keeping my thoughts to myself

awake

calculating

my revenge



Forgive me...






By: John Gillmeister