Ready AgainReady Again
By Victoria Taylor
Little blonde curls and a dimpled smile
Peering at me with melted chocolate eyes
Behind the glass through time and space
My former self endeavors to hide.
She dies a little every day
Her crayons, her bows and innocence
Oh what would she do, what would she say?
Well Ive killed her, havent seen her since.
My mouth has been dry and eyes glazed over
Coughing the poison from my lungs
My mind has twisted and stumbled past sober
Just loathing the bitterness on my tongue.
Yet we do it, I do it, Ill do it again.
We play this same black-lighted dangerous game
My gaze wanders sadly over the crowd
And Im chosen. I dont even know his name
And we lose ourselves soon in the booze and the bass
And the sweats dancing down, down the nape of my neck
And his hands sink lower, and everythings wrong
And his lips taste like salt, and the beer on his breath
And the vodka on mine, and its so goddamn dark
And he has me pi