She whispers to him,
Mere sketches of art,
Stolen from the top of his mind.
The purpling, bruising heart beneath,
Tells him nothing of that time.
Beat. Beaten. Beating.
Touch her scent,
Or to taste her breath,
Capture her life inside a box.
Lock it there, and watch it melt.
Then open to find just what is left.
Breath, breathe, breathing.
Fingers intertwining and locking faith,
Tainted, tortured eyes,
Sleep dear girl, until you wake.
And let the demons nibble your lies.
Now then, find a life to break.
Eyes open, crimson cries.
Mere sketches of art,
Stolen from the top of his mind.
The purpling, bruising heart beneath,
Tells him nothing of that time.
Beat. Beaten. Beating.
Touch her scent,
Or to taste her breath,
Capture her life inside a box.
Lock it there, and watch it melt.
Then open to find just what is left.
Breath, breathe, breathing.
Fingers intertwining and locking faith,
Tainted, tortured eyes,
Sleep dear girl, until you wake.
And let the demons nibble your lies.
Now then, find a life to break.
Eyes open, crimson cries.