Rejection
The slow dripping of your life’s blood down your arm,
Is in rhythm with my breath,
Anger flowing in my veins as liquid leaves your own,
You said you couldn’t live with me,
And now I’ll see you wont,
With cuts carved deeply in your oh so perfect skin,
You thought you could be free?
Well let’s see you reject me now!And What will mummy think?
Oh, What will daddy do?
When they find you carved up,
Drained and blue?
Will they cry a river?
Of salty loving tears?
Will they think you deserved it?
You’ve been fucked up for years,
Maybe they’ll think you are better off,
As they put you in the ground,
“we never like her anyway” the words they found.Soon you won’t worry my love,
Soon you won’t care,
The light flickers in your eyes,
You struggle for air,
The one light in the room casts shadows on your face,
In death you have a beauty etched into your face,
Of shadows and tears,
And make up which has run,
But don’t worry my darling you will soon need none,
Even from across the room,
I can see you are nearly gone,
Reject me would you?
Well, you were wrong…
© 2006 Rob Jones