The lion's Den

Like Eddie Vedder
I dream in Red
I dream in color

Last night I I had a nigtmare
You were stalkking me through narrow streets
In a glistening orange camaro
Beyond the lion's den

Your smile represents
the nausea in my throat
The fear in my eyes
Always masked as definance
Always waiting; always on guard

I once sat in your champagne-colored car
Whikle your fingers and your intentions violated
every inch of you I am. I once gave you that
With a grin and twinkle in my blood-shot eye

And the thoughts go like this:

I cannot escape your coffee-tainted breath
On my neck in the middle of the night or
Middle of the day
I cannot hide the brightness in my eyes or
The rope around my wrists
And I let you

I'm just another girl who paints her toenails vermillion
To match my shame
I gave it away with a box and a
Bow
I smelled so sweet.

I longed to cut myself into tiny shards
You let me so willingly
I sold my secrets to you
For pills in whilte plastic
Resting on your dirty coffee table

I dream of me
Running and running
From you
And your hands
They lied and they stole
But i did too

I wish I were friends with Jesus at times like these
When the birds chirp at 5 am
And my thighs are wet
My need has been met
And run I will

Sometimes I want to kill you
With my pianist's hands
I want to rip your throat out
and paint my toenails with your blood

You would most certainly let me
Because I smell so sweet.