a woman layed on the floor
covered in tattoos and sores
drinking away her dreams
nothing is as it seems.
her eyes were once bright
but now they are filled with fright
as a familiar man enters her domain
because of him
she will never be the same.
his dark eyes survey the room
he is taken back by the view.
junkies shooting up in a corner
and a presumptuous woman wooing a loner
but something catches his eye
a familiar woman and her tattoo
memories of his lust swirl into view.
he remembers how her jet-black hair cascaded down her back
as he ferociously pushed her around like a maniac
her body was strong
but his mind was wrong.
through out the nights
she seemed to slowly disappear
sometimes he would reach out
to keep her near
while she hid her tears.
but suddenly, she was gone
and he pretended that he didn’t miss her
because she was only a body left for dessert.
with a loud crash, he was brought back to the present
only to be stunned by the less pleasant
shards of glass and gunshots echoed around
it was then that he knew
that there was little he could do
yet, he rushed to her aid
like he should have done a long time ago
but she seemed to be bleeding out from every vein.
with little gasps she whispered, “it’s okay, i understand this pain.”
he broke her heart
and didn’t even know
her aftertaste
will be his fatal blow.