A Misconstrued Kindness
the big red muscle is on sabbatical
it took another dig at an empty human
a tainted canvas with damaging emerald eyes
pulling the trigger has always been easy
aiming is the problem and there’s only
so many times that i can blow my brains out
before i actually blow my brains out
but i’m not there yet so instead
i’ll splatter my brain on to the page
and write about how cruel you were
and title it after something stupid you said like
a misconstrued kindness
i guess i don’t know anything anymore
maybe i really have lost my mind
i’ve grown too old and
the heart isn’t what it used to be
the orchestra has been replaced by a dj
and now there is nothing left but rot and bones
a bad copy of the original barely crippling by
just trying to forget
and trying to remember how to do it all over again
because the truth is little is known
why a small thought of you
amounts to a drastic night filled
with bad poetry
Horror Sleaze Trash 