Mulberry and Thyme

Poetic drivel
sprouting form my
rose colored lips
i beseech thee
with mulberry and thyme
cherry and lime
I've lured you into
my trap.
lurking in the shadows
awaiting the time to
snap thine head off
thine shoulders
and to see your bloody
entrails,
oh the pleasure.

Words of love and
other mythical things
spoken in the hush of night
for the while,
you'll believe
but, by the morrow
nothing will have changed
our blood shall still be blue
carbon shall still be pumped
into the air
my trap will still ensnare you,
leading to your demise.