You, stealing into me
faster than the swinging door
between the rules of love and war
becomes unhinged and free of weight.
I know where it does gravitate.
You, peeling into me,
again, just like you did before,
again, the squealing rib cage door.
So, hide my heart inside my skull,
then throw my brain against the wall.
You, slipping into me
faster than the aural scurf
you left behind inside a shirt
you left behind inside my room
is fading to a smell of doom.
You, ripping into me
faster than a name and flesh
slips through the fingers of a death.
Like bone dust breathing into flight.
Devoured by the endless night.
Bring me stories, bring me out, bring me Hell and hellish doubt.
Bring me nothing, bring a smile, bring me somewhere cold and vile.
String me on, string me up, string me out on smirks and smut.
Things get strange, things won't change, in this indistinct exchange.
Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop! Oh, no! That's how Ruff Ryders roll!