A scratch or two on your back,
You take a few more if you can.
She's an open red raw book,
And we always go it full hand.
Hands on a hotel window dare,
As I stand from her behind.
She likes the night-time stares,
With a constant cold slight remind.
I don't know if I trust her,
Lies and deciet rivers run deep.
I still penetrate on offer,
But paranoid rumors I keep.
Til I catch out a slight lie,
One I can't keep inside.
It hurts like a knife,
A deep cut from the side.
So I act like the Alpha Male,
Blade slipped in my back pocket.
I knock on the flat front door,
Then rampage like a sideways rocket.
There's too much blood on the floor,
And an ex best friend lying in the red.
Suddenly I don't blame him no-more,
She's deliberately set me up in bed.
Those red scratches run deep,
The ones you can never hide.
I look in the 6 by 4 cell mirror,
Still wishing for one more ride.
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