Piñata

[Vampire]

Piñata

Way past the dunes at the edges of the black sea
Lie countless corpses with the scent of hearts that no longer bleed
Drag my body over the hills of sharp rocks and disease
Until my face is drowning in the waves on the shores of adversity

And beat me with the arm of a disfigured stranger
As the vultures circulate in hopes to indulge their hunger
For my flesh rots away with every blow you deliver
My bones snap and ash as my body numbs into a tremor

Pull me up by my hair and spit in my eyes
Blind me from the infinite evil across the skies
Angels shot in their hearts fall from cloud nine
As you tie my neck to a rope and pull hard until I cry

Gagging the blood I can’t speak to tell you to stop it
And the tears hurt so much I bleed from my eye sockets
You scream at me louder than the blast of any rocket
Retrieve my heart from my chest and step on it after you drop it

All is black until I open my eyes to feel a deeper pain
Nails hammered into my wrists onto a wall to keep me away
And you hurl rocks into my chest to block my lung’s passageways’
You pierce into my neck with the mouth that once was sane

Take away the blood that boils just for you
Watch it drip down your neck onto your shoes
And tell me I must sacrifice for what I put you through
Laugh at the necessary punishment because I’m overdue

Dab my fingers in gasoline and toxic waste
Ignite a flame so that the fingertips burn and melt away
Saw off my head with your cynical, sharp blade
Poor me a glass of cyanide and inject the liquid into my veins

Kiss me with the lipstick of venom from a snake
Insert thirteen drugs into my un-birthday cake
Take my heart and my life for there’s nothing else to take
I’m dying to be yours but the death is too late

[the_chemist]

I have unidentifiable problems with the following lines:

You scream at me louder than the blast of any rocket
Insert thirteen drugs into my un-birthday cake
Poor me a glass of cyanide and inject the liquid into my veins
And the title seems ... irrelevant.

[Vampire]

Originally posted by th_dspatchr@Dec 20 2004, 08:10 PM
I have unidentifiable problems with the following lines:

You scream at me louder than the blast of any rocket
Insert thirteen drugs into my un-birthday cake
Poor me a glass of cyanide and inject the liquid into my veins
And the title seems ... irrelevant.
First off, this entire piece is all metaphoric/similie-like grusome. The title comes from the way she beats the shit out of me like a pinata, hence the lines: "As you tie my neck to a rope and pull hard until I cry." She's basically torturing me the way she tries to be in my life even though we're not together anymore. And the way she rubs in that she's doing so much better without me is killing me and it makes me feel deathly upset.

The blast of a rocket is loud; well, this girl is screaming at me louder than that...unrealistically speaking.

I have approximately 364 un-birthdays a year [basically everyday that isn't my birthday] and she ruins everyone of them by sneaking in to my daily routine somehow and making me feel like shit.

The glass of cyanide and liquid injected are just more ways to kill me.

It's a different piece, I understand, and I don't expect anyone to really get it. It's one of those "either you get it or not" pieces.