Play Me
Play with my ignorance chiding
the frivolous wants of a spoilt child
screaming for the opulent gift
Play with my madness effervescent
like the foaming mouth of a rabid dog
dying of thirst on the shore
Play with my anger fusing
inside steel in molten moulds
forming skewers for intimate torture
Play with my idiocy confusing
guides touring in primal tomes
drowning senses in alluring hallucinations
Play with my perversion building
castles in clouded minds
secreting sounds in senseless spurts
Play with my guilt deriving
energies from Tesla's coils
electrocuting the air I breathe
Play with my fear enveloping
darkness of a moonless night
filling voids of the listless lone
Play with my demons devouring
innocence in gluttonous lust
hungering for a rapid fall
Oh Play Me
Beautiful poems! :)
ReplyDeleteAltho at times, playing becomes synonymous with losing...
Take care