let them leave you

those eyes that ghoul at my lame feet
to follow scars where they all die
please lead them to leave you and die.

those whose bad mouth purr in a joke
claiming sarcasm is a wear
please lead them to leave with their lies.

bad priests with upside down crosses
those whose crescent moons dig young blokes
please lead them to be crucified

those sweet tongues that speak in thin air
pushing the tip to toe a hole
pray they leave you, pray an outcry

Ruddapoet