MY PRICES TO PAY

lamb with a vendetta

in between the lines of your love and blatant hate

i walk the tightrope with rushing water in my hands, fire beneath my feet

you'll say i deserved it, that i begged for the paint like bruise that burst on my skin

and i'll agree with your mockery, your pleasure and my pain that you etch across my lids

when the wells in my eyes drip with blood onto your beloved knuckles, i'll kiss the red away and smile

feel the blood settling between the cracks of my lips

with stormy eyes outlined with webbed red veins, bloodshot stains

perhaps you'll take a step backwards and i'll hold a gun to your head

show you to nod with fear clutching your neck

i learned to like it, an acquired taste for unequipped minds

a game for the relenting and the hungry dogs that chase them, breath bearing down their back

a snap at your ankles, six in the chamber,

heart or lungs

head and tails

i'll pull the trigger however you want

take your pick