The devil jumps in me
every time I take a drink
The warm/slick glaze fills me
my heart begins to think.
She knew she was brilliant from the day she could know.
She knew she was different when she hated her bow.
Suicide sits and stares in my face
And gloats and acts as he owns the whole place
Bottomless holes that used to hold eyes
Are rimmed with hope that's wrinkled with lies
He rocks in his chair and leans closer to mine
And breathes through chapped lips
"My sleep is divine."
My love is like a kneeling tree
That bends at bark and not at knee
It sends a lark for all to see
That flies and acts as if its free
Yet always, it returns to me.
