The Knife
Draw that knife
Across this throat
I’ll make it easier for you
I’ll throw my head back
Here’s my jugular
It is, after all,
Just a vein
Nothing more
Call it Destiny
To be the scapegoat
The sacrificial lamb
I close my eyes
I throw my head back
Do your worst
Do your best
Here’s my throat
* * *
Across this throat
I’ll make it easier for you
I’ll throw my head back
Here’s my jugular
It is, after all,
Just a vein
Nothing more
Call it Destiny
To be the scapegoat
The sacrificial lamb
I close my eyes
I throw my head back
Do your worst
Do your best
Here’s my throat
* * *
posted by Jonas | 4/02/2011 02:13:00 AM
8 Comments:
Wow. Having been the sacrificial lamb on occasion, this one feels personal.
I'm pretty sure you didn't intend for it to come across this way but, wow that was hot.
And yeah, what Anna said.
Things I write past midnight tend to be intensely personal. It's not as if I ponder long and hard with studied intent. The words just flow from somewhere deep within (over and done in mere minutes). It all happens so fast, and I find myself with words in my hands that scare or disturb me sometimes, confound me often.
The only debate is whether or not to click the "Publish" key. In the end, I always do because the words that spring forth after midnight are invariably the most honest.
I guess, sometimes, the heart and soul simply demand to stand on a soapbox...and be heard.
Surrender.
I have.
Haha I didn't know you used my photo. It came up when I googled my name. Thanks! ;-)
And a most compelling image it is, TousVoustwo! Thank YOU!
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