I like watching the hints of your skin as they pass me by.

From me they draw a low, hungry whine.

From me they provoke my envy, my desire.

I wish I could imagine you.

Honestly I find it terribly hard to do so.

Honestly I find it so hard to hold on to.

This illusion as it melts into reality.

As the water drips down my skin,

Along my lips,

Making them burn, making them twitch.

My legs still tremble with the weight of this reality.

My wrist cracks with the strain of my hold.

To whom my heart is meant for.

To whom this poem is told.

I just want you to know that I...

Yes I...

I found someone, who I want to fall in love with.

Someone far,

Someone near.

Who's lips are tinted chrome with metal and rings.

Who's hands are adorned with bracelets and rings,

Who's body is painted over with darkened shattering wings.

Forget what I told you and whose picture I hang upon the wall.

I am only here now, to speak to you these lines.

These verses of lies.

They lay shattered and broken although those words are the same.

I lay glued to the wall.

By body trapped against the surface.

My heart raking against the ceiling.

And my nails, clawing into my flesh.

I will be yours tonight

Just give me a moment, let me get my chair.

Let me pull up my dyed lightened hair.

Let me show you the place I lived before.

How does it taste, dear?

The poison as it slides down your throat.

How does it feel love?

Does it feel cold? Full of my endless heartache.

Filled with my unspeakable rage.

You forget...

Hell hath no fury,

On a spineless broken toy such as yourself.

I will lay back against my wall.

Glued to the chipping alabaster walls.

Pressed inside the broken thoughts of my lovers.

And hidden within a slowly draining heartache.