I Am Chased Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

I sure hope you don't keep all secrets
The way you keep your own.
Because your eyes just told me
Every thing I need to know.
If this bed were a clock,
Then your hands say it's time to go.
I should get up and get out,
It's just a game to you.
But your smile and your smell,
Seek to drag me to hell.
Lie to me in angels' voices,
Coax me with pride.
Either way I leave here tonight alone,
Dead or alive.