i tore into his body
just the way you taught me
the red dripping liquid contains the demons
you say
the evil, the wrong
this is what you told me
when your knife sliced my skin
ripping, tearing, oozing
if you only let them
maybe these demons
would have done it for you
eating away my flesh
my soul
he screams the way you made me
his bruises are purple
resembling mine on christmas
hidden under blankets
his blood
shines a most beautiful maroon
i dont want him to feel anymore
the way i do
the way you do