Little Miss Cure-All

Call me from the specter of the retreat,
Cut it tight, make it right, make me complete.
Outsider, call me when you taste full defeat,
Love you in pain, your healing makes me feel deceit.

I was built to heal your breaches in your walls,
Did not matter if I was the one taking the falls.
Need me when bleeding, not when my demon calls,
Misery does not walk, it aches, it nags, it crawls.

Little Miss Cure-All,
Be you bottled or fantasy,
Little Miss Cure-All,
I kill us casually,
Little Miss Cure-All,
My essence is the casualty.
Thomas Spychalski 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: