Seven Deadly Darlings
Drowning in my raging sin,
My seven deadly darlings.
Do I urge her heart to break?
Do urge her soul to take
The wooded path, the bloody lake,
The wolf awake and snarling?
Drowning in my angry sin,
In envy, lust and sorrow.
She will not release his hand,
She insists that he's her man.
Though she doesn't love him as I can
She'll still be there tomorrow.
Drowning in my sleepy sin,
My darling deadly dear.
The world is crushing, killing me
And I can't move or feel or see
And I can't ever want to be free
When his eyes can watch me here.
Drowning in my greedy sin
I stuff my heart with him.
I cannot help but memorize
His face, his nose, his liquid eyes,
His lips that whisper pretty lies,
His alabastor skin.
Drowning in my dreaming sin
That gives me loving signs.
I deserve his love, you see.
He can't help but to love me
And someday soon, he's gonna see
He was no one's if not mine.
Drowning in my scented sin,
My bubbles hug my chest.
I dream of faces, voices, lips,
Of princesses and pirate ships,
Of stealing him away to live
Forever at once, to drink, to sip
To love and lust and our courtship,
And stay forever in my grip.
We'll figure out the rest.
Copyright © Hannah Weyer | Year Posted 2011
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