"What use is there in saying 'I love you' when almost instantly preceding this I think, 'I despise you. Burn'?
For you and I, there is no distinction. Whatever is conjured within my torn soul - shredded by your malice - punctures my enflamed heart, now swollen from your toxins. It is no use resisting, for you return, uninvited - a phantasm gently reaching for my spine, splicing my soul from within.
Freezing fires kill me; revive me; hold me.
Screaming with echoes of euphoric horror as I
watch your scythe draw near.
My lungs, drowning in your cruelty, draw no air,
My breath evaporates - my blood dies -
Eyes remain - petrified, molten:
'I mean no harm, I have come to love you'.
Every
word
scolds
each twisted hair on my corpse
scratching deep into my soul.
Air abandons me;
- I do not blame you -
now the fires steam as they
die
All that remains is my broken soul
- it reeks of death
scathed, black, putrid
by your simple touch -
Let me out. Don't come back to me, you keep me from my dreams. I do not want you; Love does not want you.
But love cannot simply be brushed onto empty pages".
Copyright © JRFB 2012
No comments:
Post a Comment