Though your spine is warped like the trunk of an ancient tree,
twisting in sickening ways,
I still continue to crave nibbling away at those beautiful back bones
and as I chew I will blow spinal cord bubbles from
the metallic flavored gum I've made of you.
Don't fight it, love.
I'm slowly eating you away
Finally, you are disintegrating.
I am not sorry I haven't been listening--
Because in the end I am the one who knows you best.
It only makes it scarier, love.
Like the button on the jeans you've worn out to shreds.
Unzip them in front of me and I'll have to look away,
Because that awful ripping sound will remind me too much of
what you're doing to yourself.
It's killing you, love.
In the morning I'll wake up next to you
Still on my mission to suck the life out of you
I will lean over and gently kiss you
I'll leave and be baptized by the Devil himself.
The smell of your delicate skin burning under this majestic heat,
Will only make me need to touch you more.
Just give in, love.
If I painted my nails green,
my only purpose would be
to remind you that through that particular hue, you created me.
Together we breathed every shade of that
It's all in your head, love.
Like interlocking iron chains; we are connected.
And when I feel the need to hunt you again,
(that undeniable craving that feels so good I just have to give in)
all I have to do is tug on that metal,
dragging you back into me,
And so am I,
m y l o
I want/am/need/crave/killed you.