Whipped Pistols

Whipped Pistols

Swirling, twirling

Through veins robbed of life

Venom, addictive

Souless, Alone, Unworthy

What one such as this

Would dare to hope

His equal would be found

Passed out on cool tile

Of public restroom floor

Enchanted, Awakened

A poison tipped tongue

Indulging, fornicating

Addiction to the union

Drunk on the angst

Against the world

Caught up in youth forgotten

Missing Milestones

Pissing anarchy

In the face of the Queen

Barely beating hearts

Existing on shared mutalation

Now chained to eternity

On the dull curve of the blade

Left to bleed out

On the floor of the Chelsea

Across the pond

To the depths of hell

A forgotten alley leads to cell

Viciousness

No more welcome awaits

The King and Queen of bedlam

Did it their way.

~Natasha Head~