Torture

Nothing left in any bottle

just can't wait for no tomorrow

darker days for better nights

fair for me when the sunlight burns

 

Take a knife to my wrist when

they tug the noose tight

mutilate my body

nothing such a beauty

 

And end for an end no new begining

fighting the cocoon

of a lovers last breath.

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Title got my attention. The poem I had to read a few times for pleasure. I like the many tortures for the emotion of love. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Aristede Craig Jr]

Pi Cee sing to me :) lol beautiful

[a donkey, briefly]

nice ending,..love the first line, as well
it has a double meaning ring to it..
I read the second one first
but that's just the bukowski in me talking