Coup De Grace

365 Days of Creativity

day one hundred and fourteen

will you live with me in poverty?

will you stay with me till broke?

will you take my hand and walk with me?

will you hate that I still smoke?

will you let me buy my cigarettes

when it’s them or food to eat

will you let me dodge my student debt?

will you help me steal and cheat?

will you let me write on anything?

even our own sex?

will you hold me down and call my name?

will you be my worst regret?

will you tie your fingers in my hair

on the nights that I can’t sleep

can you watch strange films with me?

can you stand my brazen cheek?

will you run away when I get scared?

will you stay here when I go?

will you judge my nasty vices dear?

will you laugh at all my jokes?

can I bite your neck all night

can I wear your clothes

do you mind that I can’t cook a thing?

do you mind that I can’t even sing?

do you care that I can’t stand myself?

do you think that I’m an easy fling?

Will you leave me when I do too much

or will you hold me while I shake

will you let me wear more ink than cloth?

will you hunt the demons that I’ve got?

will you help me kill my darlings true?

will you love me when my beauty’s through?

will you hold my skin while it rots off?

will you drink my blood when it’s got clots?

will you cut me open when I’m dead?

will you share for free what I have said?

will you keep my heart in a glass jar?

will you sell my teeth at a bazaar?

will you read my bones to know your fate?

will you let my innards dress your cake?

Will you take all that I’ve ever done

and show it to the midnight sun

can you leave me lying on the ice

so I never know true paradise

For I want to wander this damned place

until your body’s in decay

and when you can’t stand another day

I’ll deliver your sweet coupe de grace

Lights Real Low

365 Days of Creativity

day one hundred and thirteen

You look good with the lights real low

You look good when the music's slow

Tell me how you speak such prose

When all you do is say hello

You smell sweet in the summer rain

And you sound hot when you spit disdain

You curve my mind when you bend your back

and you give me what my body lacks

You feel like butter on my skin

You taste like cake when it's baked real thin

You look real cute when you're smoking soft

You look so nice when your clothes are off

Turn me into what you see

Cuz I can't tell what you see in me

I'm falling here into your hair

Soft and light like kindling fare

It's odd and sweet how you look so sour

When I come home too late an hour

It's crazy how you drive me sane

It's hazy how you clear my brain

Baby I'm just lying here

Wishing you were coming near

Hoping that you'll head my way

From your dimension out in space

Dazzle though, you have your place

and I'll just lie in shadows wait

Fractured prism glitter gleam

like a trick of light off a crystal peak;

You're nothing but a fleeting dream

A puff of smoke;

Dispersing steam