Ropes twisting like vines, or vipers
A perfect creature, gentle blade sharp and innocent
Slice expertly, see the beautiful potion seep through
Watch it trickle flawlessly down
They call me sadist, madTorturer, murderer, living off pain, though they do the same
Smile flickers across face like snake’s tongue
Dare to taste that angelic poison, pollute my soul again
Lick a droplet off a finger, bitter, tart, so hard and sharp
And yet so sweet and fresh,Another drop taken delicately, tenderly
Once more savour
The strange perfection of nature’s invention
Hateful passion stains clothes, skin, spills across the floor
Scrawl dripping poetry across the wall
Words flowing, gushing,Letters chaotically covering the dull, grey plaster
Until all I see is crimson, my vision filled
With my own insanity
Drowning in my own creation
Cocoon myself in borrowed wings
And, crying tears of that same crimson,
Once more I take that perfect knife,
It’s grinning edge mocking me as I say for the last time‘Never again’, and release another ghost,
Who escapes with a sigh as I drink the last of my tears.
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