I painted a picture of you...

I painted a picture of you…  an abstract of glistening red on your wall behind me…  
Blow me away, everyday, every way…  part by part until there’s nothing left to remember…
Bend my will to your own sick design…  no one pretends like I do…
And play me out…  what’s left of me knows what you do when you’re burning…
I’ve laid everything before you…  your closed heart, closed eye, closed questions…
My words bleed, screaming silence…  confused and searching for anything…  
Overwhelmed by everything I forgot to say… and in an instant, one breathe away from Hell…  
I am in Hell…  perfect, fabricated Hell…  where Heaven is a parody of death… and death is that look in your eye…  
Almost a kiss…  sharp enough to remember…  not long enough to matter…
But always enough to make me love you…