Married your touch

Wounds open to let flowing red wine
Of memories:

Perchance its time to let them flow.
And just watch it go.
I pray forgiveness
I tried to change from the past.

I want something serious this time.
I’m tired of all this farce.
I cannot hold this design of mistakes.
It is time

I should’ve known better.
I know I’m worth much better
Than all your sorry kisses express.

Why is it that in pain, words flow fluently?
But when I’m in love they decay in falsehood.
I’ve known for some time now that this love is not true.
It is something tainted with ill intentions.

I need to find this new path,
A path to shine a light.

Sexton said it but I did not marry the bed,
I married your wicked touch instead,
And caused my disgust.
You twisted buffoon.
You’ve made me a fool.
Bile creeps to my mouth
And I find death,
Death in this regret.

It’s a deadly whisper that trickles my ear.
It caused my pain.
It hurts me; I am maimed.
The ear you convinced
I’ve chopped off.
And Now I watch it Bleed.
Now I rejoice with its pain.

It deserves to suffer for it gave passage,
For your ambulatory wicked soul.

And your two-faced smile, it just shines with light.
Dazzles my dazzled brain.
Confuses my confused head.
Perplexes my perplexed soul.
And I think I’ve had enough.

I’ll keep my heart
Before you eat that too.

I just ardently desire
To watch you walk away.
To see your back disappear into an engulfing darkness.

I just ardently desire
To forget I ever held you near.
Oblivion of your entrancing proximity.

I’m dying.

You’ve caused my suffering,
Because you’ve conducted my death,
You held the knife deeper into my heart.
And twisted, and twisted it, Licking
With morbid pleasure the trickling
Globules of scarlet lip ambrosia.

And I die!

You just laugh!
Wicked fool
Smart ass!
Virtuous Incubus!
Horrid friend
Lovely fiend.

You blame it all on me.
You may say I caused it.
You may find guilt, and
You say it is my fault.
You believe I planned it.

But deep inside you know it was always
You.

Sexton prophesized
That I will marry the bed.
And in fear I believed it.

But tonight I married your touch.
And with it I found death.

Now I regret that I ever left the bed.