mrmission

You breathe, and I drink it first. Your lungs are not your own. Why did you ever open the door, if not to let me coil inside? I nest beneath your ribs, feeding on the marrow of your silence. Each shiver you make is a hymn to me, each tear a nectar I press from your eyes. Tell me, if you loved me, why do you resist the hollowing? Why do you beg to remain yourself? Your heart beats, but only at my leisure. I stroke its fragile cage, I sink teeth into its rhythm you pulse now for my pleasure. Nothing of you is sacred, for sacredness is wasted on prey. If you love me, why not surrender it all? Why clutch at scraps of you as though they were worth more than my hunger? I flay you in whispers. I strip away your name muscle by muscle, while you smile through the agony, mistaking consumption for devotion. You let me devour every dawn you cling to, yet still call it love, this grotesque unholy contract. Tell me if you love me, why haven’t you opened your veins completely? Your blindness is

It's a dull wet thud Followed by a short, sharp drop And it all comes to a bitter end You're a canvas of cigarette burns and hypertrophic scars Left to tan in the dawn of a brave new day It's a city of smoky mirrors and silver-lined clouds That'll drown you in dreary traffic haze With a meek jolt of joy to get you back on your feet For another irresponsible hour A puncture wound that'll close up too soon A hideous heart lies beating beneath the studio apartment floor A splash of red across lead paint and yellow wallpaper The only thing worth dying for is living The only thing to regret is everything