Baby, does he like you better in the dark?
Darling, with black honey flowing from your lips
Baby, so vile and kind, leave it to rot and make your mark
Darling, only a matter of time, tumble trip slip-
How long before your throne is gone?
Over your own words, tremble in sugary venom
Give it to me, let me hear it- your swan song.
Beat the backs of your subjects: the insatiable drum.
But, oh, the sound is so sweet!
Such a warm, soft dictator. Hold their souls in your lap
So caring and gentle as you beat, beat, beat
whine, moan, complain with such charm, but a trap-
Splendid and wicked, a faux affliction Christ
The raving bitch, the stupid whore...everything has its price.
Author notes
bahahaha. CWII assignment, a sonnet. I don't know why I was so angry when I was writing this though...oh well.
This did remind me of why I hate writing rhyme-y stuff though...I suck it up hardcore. Alas.
Give it to me =]
Comments
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Ohh this was chilling and I love it and I love you!
"Give it to me, let me hear it- your swan song.
Beat the backs of your subjects: the insatiable drum." these lines really just gave me chills, you are such an amazing writer, and I miss you so much!
I need more kayla writes, and more kayla time!
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