Emptiness
A void that my entire self is lost in

Waking up in the middle of night
Cold sweats
Screaming
Pain

Worrying
All I can do is worry

The void in my mind stretches faster and larger every day
There's a gap
What do I fill it with?

More emptiness.
More searching.
No finish.
No ending.
No beginning.

When you kiss me my throat erupts with eternal darkness.
The darkness of passion.
The darkness of death.
The darkness of my own, your own.
Who knew the devil lies behind angel kisses and godly stares.

My body is not yours.
You may no longer cut my skin with your knife
Leaving behind scars that are forever erupting
with pain.

I can taste the salt in my tears as they hit the petals. My eyes are wide open but I don't know why I'm crying. I ask the flowers, "Why am I crying?" They say, "I don't know why you are crying, dear. You have nothing to cry about." Then why, I must say, does every flower feel like a razor blade?