the fine print of selling your soul

your lips taste burnt and look bloody
and your eyes are shattering
and your lungs soak up
cigarette smoke like it’s
the softest breeze on a rainy day
and sometimes you start to feel
like you’re suffocating

and your fingers constantly trace
the sweat-stained, beer
stained, blood-stained
and you’re forever lit
by those dim, sickly yellow
bar lights
and the only thing that
will ever make your toes
curl and your heart race
is destruction
and sometimes people
will look into your perfect,
broken face
and know what you’ve done
and your heart will forever lust
after the piece of it that’s lost.

you’ve been duly warned.
sign on the dotted line.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bill Chance
    Jul 05, 2012 @ 21:53:13

    Nice work,

    Thanks for sharing.


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