Lay your dead

whispers of treason in

my cold hands...




As I sleep,

I will

devour the

vocal lacerations

as my own...




and bleed for awhile

as they take shape

into my body,

and make my

eyes blurry.




Glass heart--a

sad, sad soul

severed completely

and lost forever

in the depths of you-


the sweetly vicious you.




The contaminated

pieces of what

was once my skin,

lay rotten in this

dark moor--




waiting still.




The heavy scent of you

pivots through the

black safety-pin forest,

and hits my lungs like

a silver bullet...




and my eyes open.




There he is,

a prince of darkness,

my bleeding ebony disaster.




His hair dances

with the frigid breeze,

in devastating, cautious

contour actions.




Hands warm,

they molest the

remains my body...

My face turns blue

for I cannot say

the words.




Simple fractions

taken away

from a life that was

once beautiful--

now is a crown of thorns

that crushes all the hope

out of the morning shine

of the sun--




Love shouldn't hurt...


...not like this.




As my tears slip

sideways through

the crevices of

my torn flesh,

he walks away

with a smile.




Electricity about

my limbs,

I cry out

and cause the moon

to shatter--

upon this forsaken

nightfall.




Milky moonbeams

pour onto the ground,

liquid luminescent embers,




Ivory tears

and opal blood

seep through the trees,




drip.drip.drip




and wash over my

dark, dark lover.




His face turns to mine,




(the wind beats against

the clash of the moon's

blood, aggressive ripples

borne)




My corpse

expressionism

tells the truth

I could never say.




I was already dead

when you found me,




and your kiss only

proceeded to bury me here.




Take your dark light,

and leave--




No one loved me ever,

not even you.




And so,

he bid farewell

as the lunar devastation

rained upon him--




covering the tears

that seemed to fall from

his eyes made of void.