one more time {violence song III}

[Raz]

one more time {violence song IV}

she wants someone who will write his songs
across her body in violet hue
each knuckle a new line
each curled fist which falls upon her skin
a chorus that catches
like influenza in her harried heart
contagious if misplaced
affection
dreams of softer days
find her unsettled
he hits her
it feels like a kiss
because love hurts
love is a battlefield
and love is something she wants to deserve
even if it comes dressed
like this.

 

[Mehm]

yuck


/but well said

 

[up all night]

she wants someone who will write his songs
across her body in violet hue
each knuckle a new line

Great imagery.

You've cornered the market in MOTHERFUCKING DARK SHIT, Raz.

Poignant and well written, as always.