Thresheld

In-betweens

I can tie a noose a thousand different ways,

I have a bloody nose fetish,

And a finger print maze

That matches murder scenes

Of my city's in-betweens.

I like to take the troubled teens,

and turn 'em into furtive feinds.

I've got feighns in my veins

and stains on my rain drop

glazed over eyes, dillusion

is as sexual as a carnal instinct

and I think that my favorite

color is pink

with a little dried up crusted red

finger nails and pony tails

littering the bed.

I can lie, I can lay, I am lithe,

oh sweet decay, decay my sweet

wither red, you are a rose

leaking bloody nose,

and another line of prose

another drop of sweat

I tied another knot,

now it is time to dispose of it-

I admit I am mad, but the fun that I had goes beyond those,

you know to truely expose what it means you'll have to take a look at the in-betweens.