Monsters of Men

the study of unrequited toxin

Is there any pity for the

wicked? Or do we leave

them amongst the tombstones?

Will girls weep for poison,

and cry that never did they

ever want such a love?

Because oh sweet girl,

we all know you did.

You wanted that taste of venom between

your teeth. You wanted him

to fight battles for you, to kill for you.

You liked to watch him use a dagger,

even if it was through your own

heart. You loved the way blood

from under his fingernails would

get caught in your hair, and

how his breath tasted like

dead men's cigarette smoke.

Oh sweet girl, you have always wanted this.

So cry that monster a river,

because now he sleeps among the

stars.