tie a satin string around my heart
(while everything around me unravels)
please just tie me up until i can't breathe
then scar me with your razor words
make pretty wounds for the world to see
so i can heal in hell
cause that place called heaven is not for me
a walk along the path
i've yet to realize
what is it i'm not seeing?
while my own blood is drowning me
don't i have sharper words inside?
a dialect of weapons
an arsenal of charm
yet no matter how you kill me
you still do me no harm...

not being a bitch,but note the day i posted this.........
NOT DIRECTED AT YOU AT ALL.......
just a thought.it doesn;t mean anything literal,the words just smacked me on the ass and said "write me down!!!" like most of my poetry....

s'okay........if i was drunk and read it i would've taken it the wrong way too.......

I liked it.
Thank you for the very pleasant read.