Wish the simple scent of you
Could cure ailments
So I can feel alive and well
Spent my life with a mind of gold
And a heart of stone
Held lighters to both
To see if I could feel
Melt...
Mix desire with spite
Concentrated on the fire
Rather than the corrosive fluids
So now I put love on acid
To feel it
Burn.
Bubble and battle amongst itself
Complex chemical reactions
Fire off at nerve endings
Heighten blood pressure
Peel away layers of pericardium
Promoting open heart surgery
Without the scalpel.
Fists full of tissues
Wondering why the pain masks itself as bliss
Bleeding the color of passion
Satisfaction
Coursing through my arm
Climaxing through my fingertips
Releasing the pulpy burden
Exchanging emotional death
For a tissue-free life.
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1 comment:
wow. that's tight, but harsh too. but i LIKE it.
no more tissues
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