It was the blood spilling out of my mouth.
The words barely coming out-
My eyes are losing their life,
hope was lost and still my faith is strongest.
With your words in my head.
* * *
Falling for death, falling for failure, and Loving her drew my desires out.
Her blood tasted so good.
Her scent was full of iron and crimson in colour.
Asking her to cut her skin she replied only after you taste the blood I sacrifice-
On my knees under the beauty of the Sun it tasted like no other has
My tastes were young
my initiation was over
Like a beast after knowing its desires
My actions were uncoordinated
It was she who pushed me to kill for her,
But my Love for her drove beyond reason
It was hell where my last days would be spent with my lovely death looking down upon me
Tempting me with more futile actions she asked for more blood to be spilled in Her name
My time had come and gone, the end was already neigh-
Lets not mince with action and much less words.
* * *
waiting for someone to come out of somewhere
I cut my self yesterday-
carved your name into my skin.
Bleeding out, the blood made my feelings go away-
Once you drew my blood and it hurt so good
Now the memory cuts deeper than it should-
it was the pleasure of your mouth
Like the last breath of my heroic suicide, you let my knife outline the pain under the Sun that day.