Run On Home

Don’t blink
You’ll see the movement
Of this slow motion hate machine
That chill
Your spine
It’s me
Cooling my favourite dessert
Notice how it burns
This slow emotionless replay
Of someone you’ve never seen
Smile as my barbs flense you
Too late you see the truth
One tear

I stop

Only to begin anew
Your suffering
A topping as it were
For my cold vengeful replay
For the one that fled from me

© 2005, Mosquitobyte