i want to write
something so intense
that i may feel
the screech myself.

i want pain to shout inside
i want death to be my bride.

i want blood to spurt out itself
from nooks and corners
and drop without a stop.

i want you to hold me close
clip on my hair a red, fresh rose

i want my heart to shatter into pieces
as does a mirror, or when pleasure deceases

i want death to kiss me softly
so i may die in your arms quietly.