Bloodstained thighs,
Bloodshot eyes,
Scars that never fade,
Over time.
Keep fighting. Keep breathing.
Keep angry, keep seething.
Stay asleep, keep dreaming.
With chemical help if you need.
Your bones quiver with tidal waves.
Heart littered with shallow graves
Where you buried the pain,
only to see,
Even the dead will rise for you.
There is beauty in pain.
that much I know is true.
So know that I'm not lying:
no-one is more beautiful than you.
If only everyone got what they deserved.
If only we could master Hell’s learning curve.
But God is a cruel master. Maybe no master at all.
Just an amateur with a lot of nerve.
I have just run out of poetry.
No more rhyme or metaphor left in me.
I have nothing left but to beg of you:
I love you. Keep breathing. Please?