Unloved skin, raindrops decorate his lips tonight


Mindless, swelling space we poison, does your breath linger in oblivion, like mine?


I've picked enough to compliment my sores, I've mourned enough to find home in your nothingness


And the corpse crying in the closet, falling in love with the same angel just as dead inside


Slow dance with me until the parasites eat enough of us to fill their stomach, or kiss me as winter paints your lips silent


Is December a disease that consumes so soundly?


Snowfall sleeps against the flowers on his neck I'd belong to


I think I'd look pretty, swaying in the trees to memories of you


A death that smells of apple and bourbon, pushing, cutting through the other side, a death that tastes like you


We had madness on our tongues
© cankered cupid