Double Edged Sword

The sharpest weapon she has is her tongue.

She is careless and overbearing.

Unmoved by a passer-by's smile,

She slows for nothing but the weight of a material stare.

She groans for approval and waits for it.

Everybody listen.

We know it's gold the way she kisses.

She leaves stars in our eyes when she is listless.

I know I'm out of control everytime she passes my way.

I'm left to stand in the dust and debris and the aftermath she leaves in her path.

I run circles while the insects feed on my flesh.

And she lights a smoke and says with a smile - run and get me another daiquiri.

Ain't it funny the grip she has on everyone she passes through.

I'd walk through hell and back and still I know that that won't do.

I've seen a thousand dreams crushed by surfeit of her lies.

Ain't it funny the grip she has around the necks of the ignorant like us.

Not me anymore. I know. I've seen it. I'd kill to shine her shoes.

I've got her. she's mine. she offers what I can't refuse.

I'll break these chains that bind me. I'll shut her mouth.

I'd rather be blind then go to hell with two eyes.

She's not a temptress I can't withstand.