As my body ,
consumed by wicked emotions,
burns out of existence.
The knife in my hand whispers
delightful words to me.
The morbid symbiosis,
of steel and flesh,
commences
when final words
are carved in blood,
on skin.
And as the cut
grows deeper,
and the cutting,
more violent,
my eyes weep,
as do my wounds.
As distant as you were,
from me,
I am now,
from you.