There was a young man from Nantucket who put his head in a bucket
when I said why, he started to cry and said to me well **** it

You hear the sound of your skull c r a c k i n g.

                                                            ­ That’s

                                                         ­                all.

Write your regrets upon your skin,
    Your empty veins will serve as a warning to others.

I wish you all the worst.

Infatuation;
   the science of arresting human intelligence long enough to get blood from it.

I'll kiss you until your heart pounds,
clenches,
         throbs,
pumping embers through your veins until every capillary glows.

I'll kiss you 'til there is nothing but white hot pain
melting your lips,
         cauterizing your wounds,
                       until every hole in your heart is sealed.

And your ashes spell out my name.

Being together,
Living together,
Sharing together,
Then being separated by death,

We have no need for
something
so long and drawn out.

*Eternity was there in your smile.

Fetid skin,
taut,
   and splitting.

Organic treacle
       seeps through the cracks.

Unending pain.

Why?
           the question floods across your mind, Why?

A moments pause
      Then a reply,

*Because you deserve it.