One of these days I’d die of the fatality of this affair.
It’s etching, this feeling.
My lungs are emptying
And I stare in the space
Where once love stood
Wetting my mouth and my cunt with its sweet appraisal.
Now there’s ashes in my mouth
And the pits have replaced my eyesockets
I am ugly, it seems.
Love won’t approach me.
Dressed exactly how I want it to be, dressed.
In dried brown leaves and smelling like you.
I had been dangling.
From one object to the other
And from one feeling to the other.
My mind trying to find an orgasmic pleasure.
And it did,
Oh! But my sweet etching love
When did you change?
Leaving me pricking my own skin
Watching it shed blood, in perfect round dots.
I am perfectly out of my mind now
Scared of every approaching beast dressed in the most beautiful costumes
Listen to me,
I feel a lot
So much that my mind starts abusing my heart
And threatens to kill it if it starts complaining.
I keep quiet you know.
And watch you slip away
Loving you still, for my heart might die if I don’t.