Sadist’s Lullaby
Fire. Ravens. Marching forward...time keeps moving on.
There seemed to be a mix-up in the red brick house near dawn,
but slowly changing, ever changing, elevated minds,
I curse you, under, my breath deeply...
now the time has come,
with claw marks, bruises, bitten ankles, hearts bleeding from men,
you had your chance now, real big chance, now you must lie in it.
There was a day then, back in the day then, I would sit and wait,
so quietly, so naively, so stupid with my grin...
you gave me things like diamond rings and some form of PTStressDisorder,
while you watched me cry,
then one day, that hot June day,
I realized I was wrong,
how dare I let a little man with petite hands play me like a song,
a bleached blonde junkie drunk with abortion papers,
an OCD Nazi,
a schitzophrenic voodoo dollie,
oh, and Mommy Dearest to boot!
I shot them all in my head,
some hung by a noose of their own hair,
I watched them fall, one and all...
here are the crosses I bare.
© Lisa Vicious 2008
