Give me the murderous ecstasy of your lips
Shaped to what your mother could not have possessed the skill to create
I want to feel the blood filling my mouth
The flesh flakes off of my own inexperienced lips
Tinged with the corrupted sin of you
This burning heat protruding from your body of manufactured hollow veins
Is welting my perverse tongue
The kiss of a demon

This crazy form of joyous torture cannot proceed
Within me lie shreds of what pain fully opaque fidelity your digging eyes
have not ridded me of
As boldly however perilous opposed to what translucent and feather-like
words your homicidal lips whispered to my vulnerable ears

Molded am I to the form of what your non-existent heart beating so
profoundly through the night seeks
And molded am I to what my blind eyes can’t comprehend
Like swaying drunken in the night
Into your depths deeper do I fall
Not to my own spirit’s harmony

I want your body of lies near me to keep me warm
But instead I find my liquid depressions becoming hung behind my ice eyes
Closer now, don’t be afraid
I want to rip open your chest to see your core
Or lack thereof

I’m swimming harder now
And my efforts are more now
You might reach in a hand, possibly an arm to give me the required
assistance
Faulty are you though
So I’m helpless now

I guess that’s what I get for trusting a demon.
 
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