SLIR poem: drop dead

Drop dead

 

 

 

 

 

All these colors swirl inside

I so much want to kill your pride

So many are good, so why are you not?

That old place in me I had for you is a taken spot

 

Why don’t you…..

Drop dead

That’s all I said

Go to bed

See the red

You misled

Lie fed

In my head

Felt dread

So drop dead

Instead

 

No second chance

Last dance

I’m enhanced

From your stance

Your flaming lanced

Doused by trance

Now who wears the pants?

 

No aid

Just façade

Beauty from Kincaid

But sour laid

Like lemonade

The music fades

Here comes the blade

I end this crusade

Your thoughts to raid

A dullen jade

No progress made

No respect paid

 

It’s all

To fall

Build a wall

Can’t hear a call

Break the chain ball

To stall

Stick stuck in the haul

 

Build your casket

Blown gasket

A mental basket

No no one asked it

You just can’t mask it

 

I’m not confused

And not amused

But short fused

Everything was losed

I was rused

 

So hide inside

Or open wide

Who will you confide

Take a first stride

But since you lied

Many wont be tried

 

Outta my sight

Turn off the light!

You were never right

Drift into the night

Even despite

I hate you tonight

I know it’s your fright

 

Grab a fear

Drink a tear

I’m insincere

When you appear

Once so dear

No unnear

My heart a drear

Now changed gear

No more to hear

I was a peer

Now leave out the rear

Never reappear

 

You hurt me so and you hurt me bad

When all I did was my best

I hate it ends this way, it’s sad

You know all the rest

 

Now it’s done

A darkened sun

I say what I needed to have said

Now drop dead