14/10/2010

Masochist

the demolished window
birthed cutting pieces of glass
that violated in all the right places.
dissembling your thirst
and arranging your desires
onto the tips of torturous lust.

drained of all necessary fluids
coagulated scarlets smudge on delicate skin,
fingertips hover over distinctive markings
demanding blood to be drawn
and bruises to manifest.

the purchased gun,
would not make a big enough hole
to fill with destructive termination.
the segregated knife,
would not destroy mapped veins
and label all routes redundant.
the pain of weakness,
and unreciprocated love
is all that will remain
to devotedly mutilate your brainwaves.