My Obsession
Look at my heart.
Please do not throw it away. Please
don’t shun it.
I know it’s dirty and crooked.
It’s not pure, but please, look at
my heart.
Feel my trembling blood pulsating
through.
Taste the drunken tears of my
twisted mind.
Gently caress the bloodied shadow
of my past,
And whisper of our obsession.
My lips cry out of the blasphemy of
desire,
The illusions and euphoric bullet
the demons lace on our faces.
The black silk intertwining our
tragic souls.
Yet, my emotions crave for the
death wish,
My mind frenzied and tearing for
the high, drunkenness,
Clawing my throat and flesh from
the possession.
For you, my love.
For love.
So, please, I plead with you,
Desperately.
Even though it’s jagged and ugly,
Monstrous and Hideous.
I plead with you
To please
Look at my heart.
-Sepember 2012
