by Cody Peters
No they did what maybe meant the losing of a time well spent
in joining hands in love with me
regret and pain and agony
I’m sorry please shackle and whip
the gun I’ve holstered on my hip
You took me and I loved your skin case
Your soul, face, and you eviscerated
It’s okay because I know it’s meant to be this way.
Ok is far. For you the norm.
I was too young to be left lone in the dark and endless rotting storm.
I know not romance, but rovenge
Happiness will always end.
I kill each day trying to survive
I only want another life
Welcome to the power of demise.
Now a brief one
Slow poison no one is the victim yet
as of now we deserve what we get
to be so easily amused is a laugh nocturne
if only I could sleep to dream
or sleep to dedicate myself to forever
in observance of living in my eyes, the scape
there are two choices left for the monster
love case I was given in this peripheral process of feeling
to kill, to thrill I understand no more
could it be I’m getting better or purposefully stuck in this whole
be my hind is where days seemed to die with my hope for
a true chance at what they say I lack in scary words of me (I write)
But now listen to the crash, I will never remember
It is always ringing in my ears. My fears aligned
Smashed to death in auto. I lived to bridge darkness
I live to show pictures from the chasm
I don’t hate you because you can’t know what it’s like
It’s a pearl, a stubborn clam, and I am inside
Your force of entry trips the switch
and the lovers die with it
I know well the ease and I hope my cards (pomes)
continue to deliver a sight not saw
But if I may ask today
I query this and go away
Why does a man who soaks words with meaning
earn the title dark and sad and morose?
This is the death that tunes us all
I was given to see. So
Please, for the sake of my happy girls
Don’t ever dark poet
try to call me.