Call Me Crazy

Call me crazy; but i don't feel like talking much
The silence of my voice is only because the blood in my throat
Makes it too difficult for me to speak
Each step that I took further and further into your house
Is proven with the bloody footsteps that trailed behind me
Why are you screaming at me; beating me; killing me?
All i can feel is your anger bearing over me like a sea
Of emotions that you can no longer control so it
Overtakes you, consumes you, kills you as i laugh
Uncontrollably whilst you sputter and choke
I recite poetry, a rhyme, a joke, i laugh in your face because
I slit your throat and it looks so good to me
How the blood ripples down off of the blade
And i must say how i love you when you're dying
The beauty you have now is ten times more than you ever had
Blood pours out of your purple lips
I kiss you over and over again
Drinking in your every sensation
Call me crazy; but i don't feel like talking much

July 26, 2005