Vice City (a freewrite)

Pick your poison.
Pour your own poison.

The next time I see you, you will be someone else.
Someone I know, but cant share.
And you will be with someone else.
Someone I share, but cant know.
And he will be displaying you as the someone you are.
Not as the someone you will be.

The hiss between us is deafening.
The rage of our lust is numbing.
The love of our game is deadly.

Youre playing with someone else.

I hate you.
You happy?
I hate you.

If you cant feel the misery in the inaudible I love you, you deserve to lose.

You are the one thing I dont know.
I know you too well.
Sickness infiltrates my body.
I think of your smile.
On death's bed, you heal me.

Only to kill me later.

The pill subsides.
The thrill moves on.
Your actions will be remembered.

Dont regret me.
You neglect me.

I hear your footsteps.

I claw into my collarbone.
Is this desire?
I long to provide.
Am i not who I should provide for?
I cannot allow you to be the lion.

You are too beautiful.

I remain Scorpio the Scorpion.
You are The Aardvark of The Sun.
Time reveals you to be a Capricorn.
You are balance.
You are balanced.

You were my balance.

Fuck you.
From the scum-like residue in my heart called love, from which I fed you with.
Unbeknownst to you.




Thats all i got.

-so mote it be