Ninjaspy Hit By A Cement Mixer
pink lace paving her face
white wash sheets sopping the sobs of st. valentines blood from her embrace
smashing young man
ploughing intention deficits through her hair
a hit and run
the terror, the truck, the techno-logic that turned her to crumbs
she goes so limp,
biting tongues with rag dollar slices of love
he burns the tired
traces of tell-tale hearts you can tell when theyve stopped
i cant f..cking take it off Im already naked now.
with hands on my face
i watch her go
and wait for the day
to bring forth the sky
i can not picture any other way
either way I love you
with hands on my face
i watch her go
and wash her away
as tears unfold
and fears are erased
i watch her go
and wait for the day
to bring forth the sky
i can not picture any other way
