break my firm establishment <br />in two blinks of two sore pouring eyes <br />that've seen enough perfidy lately <br />like kicking a sand castle, <br />like quick, quiet murder <br /> <br />tear the hope apart like sheets of gold <br />cut me into long beautiful bleeding pieces <br />with a mad crow disease <br />pieces like pennies dropped in bottomless pits of wells <br />to keep dying wishes alive in wan limelight <br />pits like cold hidden ditches in my past <br />that spit up too many awful memories <br /> <br />tear the chance of success from my chest where i guard it <br />gut me like setting my houses on fire <br />setting my wife and her pearls on fire <br />breaking my throat in twenty odd places <br />to jolt my tremendous singing voice <br /> <br />be cruel, like a witch with minions is <br />like in her brainwashing or genocide <br />close me off into the den of lions again <br />don't be weak and feel, you bring out the knife <br />and stab another life lesson into my back <br />whip more scars on top of scars, pull triggers if I beg forgiveness <br />...do it right, and I won't know how to heal this time...<br /><br />Scott Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-it-right/
