Teeth Salad

a teeth salad will be served today
in halls of doom and gloom
you need someone to save the world?
you won't find me in my room

they paid their way to Valhalla
to halls of silver and gold
where the mead is warm and flat
and the food is getting cold

in the silence of the night
a voice screams out blame
this war, this mess, this bloodshed
is part of some big game

the pawns have taken over
the king lies shattered, broken
they ate the lock in their madness
Pandora's box is now open

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Mischief. Madness. Mayhem. 

And I only wanted to read the news.

never

waves
w a v e s
w  a  v  e  s
explosions
in the skies
of my eyes
trapped
in a spiderweb
a willing prey
slit my throat, miss
then give me a kiss
if you may
oh, you might
delightfully
if you do
it's alright
for it's 3 AM
again
and i
i will
never
sleep

sew

a thread and some dread
a needle pointy as sin
pull the skin, taut
close my eyes and push it in

there is no need for words anymore
i am too much in love to speak
sounds lose meaning when you don't listen
we can just look at each other like freaks

i will love you without conditions or terms
no expiry date on this shit, i swear
but this, i beg of you, sew my mouth shut
just needle and thread here, here, and here

make a criss cross pattern on my lips
make it pretty like pinned butterflies
there is one truth, and i've told you it
i don't want to speak any lies

i will not touch the stitches till my mouth heals
fusing the wound of my mouth in perfect skin
but even you will cringe and move away from me
when i spread my scar in a love drunk grin

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Winter is the best time for writing strange poems.