Love
It is dirty, tawdry
Like the blood that drips between my thighs
Hide your eyes.
I am unclean, yet serene,
Surrounded by crystal impurity
smkoed glass
I am shrouded in cloudy tranquility
shut away from pain.
The coppery heat of the knife,
What worth life?
What use? What need?
Pay no heed to the warnings of others.
Betrayel is the perfect teacher.
Indiscrimanite
Full of passion
Slayer of pride.
You cannot hide from the hurt
it will only grow worse.
Consume you
inhume the pain
Deign to rise above the ashes
of desparity
hold your tongue.
There is gross hilarity in death.