Hell Beating Night
From the far distance blue and red lights flashed
Hearing the news my heart full of surly disease
A lumpish venomed puking stir in me dashed
The soft quiet cries in the night never cease
Seeing your mangled beaten face gave me a fright
This ill-breeding son of gun has a death-token
Even in my nightmares made me not want him in my sight
Heartless cold blooded beast cannot be woken
My dismal-dreaming brain thinks you want his baggage
You and him are not meant to be married
Because of the devil our hearts are full of luggage
His leftover baggage is none that needs carried
After the villainous rude-growing hugger-mugger
Sins and lies are still my life tugger
Copyright © Heather Admire | Year Posted 2017
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