You are the jagged pill I dry swallow A time released capsule of miniature razor blades cutting my throat ever so intricately Like a surgeon with shaking hands arrogantly carving your name in my vocal folds so every weezing breath I breathe makes your sound
You are the Rorschach patterns on my skin the blackest blues and deepest purples from the night you forced yourself in telling me you loved me that this is how love begins My body a canvas for the darkest hues and my white sheets a delicate masterpiece for your intricate artistry
You are the shards of shattered glass fallen from the mirror now faced with one thousand mosaic reflections of a face I couldn't tell you belonging to whom Maybe you know her? They're wedged in my knuckles as the light reflects off of them making my hands look like diamonds as close to perfection as I've ever come to seeing reflected in any part of me
You are the burning end of a Marlboro Red a bad habit I took up because you won't leave my head Thoughts of you pour through me daily like hot lead
You are the last midnight You are the last cold sweat You are the last nightmare You are my last regret You are dead