distilled

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In darkness, Face tilted upwards, lips parted. Feeling the obscurity wash me down. A musk, a stench, a man; Sick yearning through my eyes. You, two steps from my demon, Shove your poisonous tongue down my throat, Then spit me, sneer me, Like fury, like filth. Don't deny my boiling blackness, That I've coated my entrails, burn and spurn. Read these wrists, Read this premature agony unwind, Chasing, knotting, Clawing my veins till I'm bleeding, Salivating perverse thoughts of you. We mix, Like blood and piss and sweat and this - Fire, kerosene. Go, but you're still with me, In me, withstanding my acidity With yours. Close me, stone me, But inside crawling on cut knees And ripped skin, yesterday's tears. You don't know where I am; I wish I was on your side of the living - Suffer your indifference. You hate me? You love me? You don't know me? I do. I do. No more vows...

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