YOU’RE GONNA REGRET IT

tell the nurse your story, darling
tell her what you’ve seen
we’ve been going through the motions
since the beginning of time

angels wrapped in cellophane
devils wrapped in love
we kiss each other’s wounds
and we suck each other’s blood

let’s try and forget this ever happened
the everything and the aftermath
the crash collision of happiness
against the concrete road to god

it’s suicide bombers playing guitar
on music television to the sound
of aluminum foil in a blender
the sound of absolute fear of losing
the one you love and that glint of hope
left in your blood shot eyes

corpses fall like dominoes
zombies inherit the earth
this is our american horror story
this is AM radio turning itself on
this is the snowy television screen
the blinking of electricity
the sound of the husband next door
beating his wife
the coffins we decorate
the pillows we fluff
and the children we raise
to be just like dear old mom and dad

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2012

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