Strychnine

As I sit here
Wishing for something else
Writhing hurting
Horrid jerking
Motion breeds love
Lost in its innocence
Hoping lurking
Constant flirting

I took the strychnine
Blood in the snow
Slit by slit and
Blow by blow

I took the strychnine
Turned into a slut
Stich by stich and
Cut by cut

I wish you could be
I wish you could be
I wish you could be
More than you will be

She crushed me with a look
She crushed me with a look
She crushed me with a look
She crushed me with a look