Dead As Dead Can Be (Part 1)

You haven’t asked for forgiveness, you haven’t crossed the fence
You toss your sword then demand from me to hurry and self-inflict

You say that you are friendly with poison in your hand
You’re slurring words and defending things I’ll never understand

Your foundation is fairly dirty, there’s cracks upon the wall
Any direction I’m going, it’s likely I will fall

I warned you I was empty, I warned you I was cold
But now you are doing things I predicted would unfold

You are a drowning man, seeking a casualty
But darling if you really look you’re dead as dead can be

Poetry: it’s not what you say but how you say it…

© Delia Ross. 2020

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