Three slivers of the faint metal on skin and those looks in hollow eyes.
Blood, then more of what was once us and the gasps of air that comes out cold.
Against the hot Hell of the candles’ flickers by the bed where you once lay looking so gentle so whole once again.
Fire against brimstones and coal that sizzles in smoke and flame when the blood drips into its entity.
It starts to fade in memory as the whole of both of us separate into bits of shards and glowering drops.
This blood isn’t messy as long as it burns, and it burns scars miles deep into silent flesh that won’t scream;
and goes up in smoke over the flames.
Illusions soar and the higher one flies, one falls and crashes where no one will catch.
There are tears mixed in with the laughter and those hollow eyes are still watching past the mind, the heart,
into everything and nothing at once.
It burns! It burns! More than flames, more than metal.
It burns! It burns! Into soul and with the orbs that watches and follows in the back of the head.
It burns! It burns! Those hollow eyes they don’t hear.
Those three sliver cuts make them see.

Somewhere along the lines of three days ago when all was blur and haze in retrospection.
I laughed at the horror the pain was all a make belief.
As if woken from a dream the eyes glazed like in daze.
The more you revel in the entertainment of it all, the more it fades into the back shadows of your mind,
where the screams of despair lock themselves up within echoes of their voices.
My thoughts don’t have ears; blood of crimson reflects the fuchsia bruise of those memories.
The fall is silent and the watching eyes; they accuse in hushed revulsion.
Look at me! Look at me! This martyr of pain and betrayal that laughs triumphantly in your face!
Look at me! Look at me! Me who causes more damage than you could ever muster with your weakness of being.
Look at me! Look at me! I’ll rip out all that was you and watch it burn in candle flame.
The blood is silent in the spread as it pools around me on the hard floor spread.
It doesn’t splatter like rain; it stands so strong it needn’t noise of any kind for attention.
Watch as it defeats your violence.
So look at me! As I lie here in these purified pools of my own essence that drown out your every touch,
burned to invincible ashes.
Your betrayal is nothing compared to what I can do. The pain and torture I can cause mixed in with the
anesthetic pleasure of it all.
You are now beneath me.
I can’t hear in the way you touch.

‘Twas the scars of those three glimmers of you become cut.
Three of blows that pushed into the flow of shadows.
Moonshine drops of nightly hood to all lost.
Replacement and remembrance watching through glass frozen spheres.
‘Laugh now boy! Forget your pains! I am the delusion of the blade on skin.’
Once more to open those scars, one of these days I’ll let you watch.
So forget that look in my eyes so empty.
Boy one of these days you’ll want to relent to me.
Run from the terror run from my pain.
Hurt betrayal is nothing more than the meaning of my love times gore.
So forget! So forget! And when you remember I’ll do it again.
So forget! So forget! There’s no reason I should care about the foolishness that once was you./give me no reason
So forget! So forget! Your features of ashen turn and burn.
Blood splattering like rain on the top of your soul.
Wake up tomorrow to the irony of it all.
Boy-toy lover eyes turned away.
Watch the angel once of death,
Rip away the feel of skin-on-skin
Sit around in walls of white with shadows casting against the mind.
Drops all dried up against the blankness in all the essence of my learning;
Insanity’s three step program against defeat,
Those three of cuts that make you see.