Heard from a deteriorating heart
Undergoing the withdrawal symptoms
Of a heartbreak is perilous.
Reaping of a black paint, brushing it over my eyes.
Time must find a way to collect my tears.
Inaction iced body is craving a coffin.
Nurture the darkening soul.
Grow its nightmares and remind it,
That it is not wanted.
Like you always do.
Under your sheep's skin.
Each night when you sing a lullaby with your moans conducted by my shattering body.
When you whisper to my ears that,
I am your angle and I shall remain that way.
"Be a good girl, don't tell anyone about our secret..."
When you nip away all of my whiteness.
With your lepidote hands.
As my screams are kissed away
By your crooked smile,
Not only do I find contentment in pain.
My body is also burning.
Optimism is shading off.
Darkening of the mind,
A doorway to my suicide.
...By unicornsunflower