Laceration Gravity

I take a step toward the midnight light. I blow you a kiss, I tell you sweet things, I wish a goodnight. I’m slipping away, into a shadow, absorbed in the dark. It’s silent and cold but my blood courses strong inside my veins. I can feel the calm, and I can feel the night. But I especially feel the pain. I relish in the damage, and throw my self upon the ground. I can manage through the madness, with the pavement’s lonely sound. And within that echoing sound my hands soon found the blade, and coiled under the control of something thirsting for more under it‘s ember. The feel of my skin, parting ways with the other side. A trickle of tingling tumbling behind, a coil of crimson on it’s smile. Time was no longer on my silhouette, and your love could not pursue that. Goodbye to moonlight, and farewell to your kiss. May sweet things decay from within your core. It’s still and bitter, and my empty veins whisper in the midnight draft. He’s never coming back.