The poison drips sweetly off my tongue
The dagger is raised
the battle won
The silent scream is in my head
What? you think your dead?
Oh my sweetling, Oh not yet!
The poison seeps through your blood
through the silence through your dread
maniacal laughter reaching out
Oh baby you haven’t seen nothin yet.
I reach behind me and grab my thread
Oh I bind thee
harm me NO More
scared Darling? there’s the f*cking door!
I sew your eyes shut from me
I shut your filthy poison in
No more will it leak out
As you try to shout
I’m growing tired
My patience thin
Beware the harm you try to spew
it will be ripped away from you
Spun around and returned back
so it will stick like glue
This I swear
I promise you!
Scarlet Luna-Mia Lombardi | Luna the moon Rose 
hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!
this is what i call savoring the sweet revenge.
my aggressions sometimes help me to write really really meaningful poems. the more hatred i feel, the better the poem.
i’m bitter with love already so i might just as well be open with my anger.hahah
I love your poems… this one caught my attention.
it’s just like mine.. ;]
Powerful stuff! Did you mean to say “I seal your filthy poison in”?
You didn’t llike him much did you! 🙂
oops i’m fixing now! lol