Dark Instructions v.02

When you murder angels
use my hands
They're scissors made of meaty words
Platitudes of sparkling dust
Promises designed
to leave your inbox empty

When you hunt big game
take my eyes with you
They're keen on finding flaws
to be exploited for maximum
junk food prizes
and bright plastic items from China:

BBWs, BBQs, IDMs,
blow up sheep (I love ewes),
what-have-you

When you break up with me
be sure to use my mouth
It's like an ancient clockwork sewer
if you wind it correctly
But few do and then they regret it
because my teeth are jagged, angry

fists that grip you
by the face
by the roses of your cheeks
Your eyes suddenly gone meek
as you say goodbye one last time
when you say goodbye to me