Guts and ribs in open air,
Baring my soul and all
For you to play upon.
I look sick upon your familiar face
Stomach pouring onto the floor
Dark and fearless, smiling
How you were taught.
Is reality an illusion, or a game?
From your words I could not
Tell if you were laughing,
Or crying, for help.
Your hands reached for my heart,
Sliding easily through flesh
With desire and charm
And determination.
Blood from lack of breathing fell
Upon your soft, wanting skin
My eyes full of realize, but
Yours on the treasure.
Emptied of light, of conscience,
Your thickly drooling gape
Insisting this would help,
This hunt of me.
A world of crimson blurred around
Your pitch black shallow eyes
Upon my very love you'll
Never understand.
I can finally spot the light in hand,
Taken as an edge to myself
Now turned and used to
Free your blood.
The viscous venom upon my carpet
I had once laid out to marry on,
Seeping, poisoning me
Away from him.
I stick it in once more, your sickened
Nerves cut like hairs unfolded,
Yet within, there is naught
But a single spark.
I turn, the fresh breath of what I've done
Seeping into my drowning lungs,
Tingling my endings
Into feeling again.
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