Love me like a madhouse that
Hates that one sane person,
Who thinks we're just statistics
Of a sample size.
Love me like a thief who stood
Still for the national anthem,
Than figuring out his escape
In time.
The madness and passion
Crossing that fine line of
Sanity.. I tried to love you like
A drunkard, high on stories.
But you forgot our beginnings
And the end. Crumpled what was
There in the middle saying
You didn't know how to stab..
Then you did.
I bleed holding your name in
My mouth and a knife in the back.
A laugh in my heart and a prayer..
That chants, love me like a
Tormenter who loves her whips,
And the sheep that sang praises
For his butcher before succumbing
To the itch of his stomach.