Cold turkey

Anthony woodard

She laughs with me when I need laughter

She lays with me when I can't stand

She stays with me the morning after

And cloaks me in her glissoning vale

I need her more than I need water

Thirst is nothing to this pain

Insanity is adventures daughter

To touch to feel to love to taste

Her sweet chemicals became my master

Carried by a willing vain

First of all she gave me laughter

Then she takes it all away

How eagerly this lambs for slaughter

Subdued my spirit taimmed

I ask her why I need the tourche

I ask her why I need the pain

But there's no awnsers to my question

To reap to rape her only aim

So silence leaves me at morning's alter

And she picks the bones of what remains

  • Author: Anthony woodard (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 16th, 2017 06:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Fay Slimm.

    A powerful lament on lost love - such a moving read Anthony.

  • Anthony woodard

    Thanks again Fay

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