Fingers burn my skin,
Lips scar mine.
Such a shame it is to love you,
So hard it is on            this                body
There isn’t an inch you haven’t claimed
Conquering rigid planes like they were
Yours for the taking
Breathe you in, exhale toxin.
You are cancer preying upon infection.
Footprints beat across my chest
A rusting tattoo, a reminder
Of the ones before you, the nothing
           After you.
Breathe me in, exhale reverence
As if I were your temple, something
            Worth loving.
Beneath, there is bruised and bleeding ache
Feeding upon every moment
You make me feel something bordering on ecstasy
It whispers
           Nothing good ever comes.
You are not good.  You are a dark thing.
We were borne of the same blackness
It crawled in us as infants while we slept
Twined us together. Tore every bit of us apart.
Cancerous love,
       Writing false notes of adoration in my skin
        While my insides bleed
        Waiting for the  
                  End.