Revenge

Feb 10, 2009 17:06

Yay for work being completely dead all morning. I did some writing finally.

I catch a glance from across the room
its all doom and gloom and expensive perfume.
I nibble one more free cracker
as the mood starts to get blacker.
"Security should attack her",
I think for a second,
then I seem I'm being beckoned.
A demand from a graceful hand.
I'm in the command of that
manicured finger nail.
I'd go to jail, step on the third rail,
anything to never fail that pink polished finger nail.

I rise to my feet, feel the beat,
the lights strobe on her seat.
The DJ has left on retreat and
this god damn song is on repeat.
They can't even hear as I get near
those tights so sheer.
I reek of fear, I'm sure
as I take one step more
towards this love that I abhor.

I take the chair across the table
as I await my unknown fable
of future prophecies or expensive wine.
There is a vagueness of saccharine, but I feel fine.
What could possible go wrong, when that long
arm snakes 'round mine.
Time is lost as we exit out to the frost.

Into the alley and against the door
There is a war twixt my mind and my nethers
as I sense danger from this stranger.
I try to run when I see the gun.
I begin to regret when I hear that jet
of lead and fire,
regret that desire
that ends with me on the pyre.

I tried to retreat,
but I lost my feet.
When the pain hit my knee
my eyes swam like the sea.
My vision went black
as I was kicked onto my back
"Revenge is a bitch" she cried
and with one more shot
I died
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