He ran the risk of killing you

by Roxy   Nov 20, 2006


Steady hands and gasoline;
Smiling faces and flickering. matches
Girlish screams and
failing dreams.
Water drops on fake eyelashes.

A chainsaw?
A chainsaw roaring, limbs flailing.
White gloves, dripping blood.
Red eyes and sacrifice.

Pouring rain, shouting laughter.
A BIG WOOD BOX
Laughing louder

One more for the picture piece.
No smile, sad face? Your hard to please
One more time now, give us a show.
It's over, its over, light the fire lets go.

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