Of That in Which You Cry
My stomach is pulsating…
Oh, what a lovely sight…
Covered in my own blood,
Sprawled on your kitchen floor in the early twilight.
Light fading quick
And my vision blurring fast,
Oh darling, how I love this
Your sadistic knife you lash.
Heat draining quick
And tears rush from my eyes
Yet i mutter a soft ‘thank you’,
For it be you that cause my demise.
Piercing pains
And restricted breath,
I love the way you stab and choke me
The way my body is so close to death.
I love the way you hate me
Such a euphoric sight,
The hatred in your eyes
As you mercilessly carve my heart out.
Bound by tape
And broken bones
No will to escape,
For your bloody arms are now my home...