All new poem - 05/12/2001 in Opendiary Archive

Here’s one I wrote the other night, whilst wrestling with a brief bout of insomnia.

Drag out the Whore

Drag out the whore, and burn off her tears,
shoot out her stars; realise all her fears,
take her hate home, and tuck it in bed.
Drag the sheets down and shoot the hate dead.

Drag out the whore and tear of love down
kick out the tears as she squirms on the ground.
feed her your hate; sweet blood from the rift.
Fill up the hollow; the blood given gift.

Watch the steam break, and stand in the rain,
hear the whore cry, and scream for her pain.
Watch the steam break, and scream to the night
Bleed the ground red, and then take to flight