Purgatory

Your voice I swear,
Is a frayed and rusty knife
That you use to peel and slice my eyes
with sadistic *******.
I'm sitting in a car with you as the night
drops blue on the earth.
I am but an empty vessel
While you fill me with quiet shame
as I sit,
your voice drills deep in my ears
and I want this moment to end
as quickly as my life will end someday,
but it won't
Moments like this are eternal.
Hell is eternal.
Swan dive your arms
with cold precision
in the depths of my mind
into the catacombs of my stomach
and steal the breath from me
But, we both took our trite words of fondness
And drowned them in the kitchen sink
Getting bits of you stuck under my fingernails.
I am a well, holding my grief deep below.

I hear your final judgment
In the car parked by the lake
as we are held in purgatory,
searching for a way out
trying to untie this knot
but it gets tighter the more I pull
until there is nowhere to go
and we leave it there
tangled and worthless.