This house is filled with blood red walls.
With chandeliers hanging high like slaves.
Another spider feeding into my veins.
Ive been relaxing in this hell for days.
And I think.
Oh think!
I think to myself.
Why did you ever leave?
If you could cut my neck and carve a smile.
Open up your eyes and see.
That there's a ball n chain strap to your eyelids.
And at the other end its me.
So grab your sharpest knife tonight.
And slip on your wedding dress.
We will dance until the music ends.
Then plow your heart straight out of your chest.
And I think.
Oh think!
I think to myself.
This time you'll never leave.
You'll be too busy bucketing up your blood.
Because this beater is my soul and key .
Author notes
This poem was inspired by several songs from My Chemical Romance.
A contest entry
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