Lay Down Beside Me
Lay down beside me
Let's break these picture frames
and roll around in the glass
until our bodies are as bloody as
our history
We'll burn our souls inside the knots
of your bedpost and sing our burdens
away until they become
candle lit shadows
Lay down beside me
in this bed of depression-
springs our Resurrection
We'll make our screams become Gods
and chase the sun out of the sky
so the only light I can see is the cherry
of your cigarette burning straight into me
You were always so much more dazzling
in the darkness
And I need someone to tell me
whose blood this really is.
Lay down beside me
-James Kelley 2015, All rights reserved.
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