The taste of your lips

devour me

with this eternal warmth

that I've always

been denied.

As,

I lay my tears

into their grave with an

overdose of pills and shame.

Darkness covers my sight

then my emotion

and finally my hope.

I was born a lost child

to suffer the laughter

of mental deformity.

My brain

swallowed with curses

that batter me with a

slaughtering

confusion and torture,

I can only express

in the art of your kiss

and my isolation.

I am seen

as a enemy of society's

imagined perfection,

though I am

only a victim of

society's impassive civilized

laws of perception.

Every night,

I dream of murder

on those who believe in these

laws of perception.

I know a psychological illness

decays my remorse,

and that imprisonment and death

will be my only salvation,

but if a perfected child

can be abused and mourned for,

then why can't the same

be given to the mentally cursed.

You have no ears,

no eyes,

only lips and a body

of silver.

Your edge is my guardian,

and your silent sinking slip

is my only romance.

Listening

as you kiss me

you've become my loving

self doom.

As you caress

into a bath of my vain blood

together

in the corners of my lonely psychosis

touching my pain

till it drips away.

"The blessing glory in our relationship is redefined as a chaotic sickness...let us not believe their lies, I know and you know, my blood wraps you close and your kiss embraces me with salvation."

Sincerely,
Darkys Black