Impetuous Flesh.

[cistral]

Impetuous flesh,
desired a tenderer body,
for I slit it to ribbons,
Upon the obsidian rock.
Wishing for physical pain,
to end the torture upon my soul.

Bleeding profusely,
my body wracked with wounds.
I shiver against the cold stone,
shedding my life in rivulets.
I stand from the lake of crimson,
cascading blood suicide falls.

The horrors of deception,
the lies of love within my eyes.
My fingernails jagged ends,
rip and rend,
A satisfying pop and squirt,
doubly played ends in screams.

My sight has gone,
the visions still haunt.
the masochistic tendencies,
mere reprieve for intensity unbeknown.
Would that you knew,
You would kill me.

Mercy once asked for,
my tongue is diseased.
Gnash and tear,
teeth jutting through leathery muscle,
primal sound punches forth,
a keening wail erupts.

Faint from bleeding,
unable to cry from hole filled sockets,
I bleed,
and scream.
Gore stuck between my teeth and fingernails,
You watch and laugh.

The laughter,
taunting and scathing,
burns my ears with beautiful hope,
a voice so malign yet glorious.
An angel counterpart,
bloody and miserable.

I slam my body against sharp stone,
capitulating my prostrate form.
You lift me with clawed hands,
and embrace me with a wet smack of bodies,
A stub of muscle and flesh search my lips,
meeting against one another in desecrated mouths.

Would that I had eyes,
to stare upon your unholy beauty.
Or a tongue,
to taste your foulness,
I feel your imperfection,
and know perverted love.

But it is a love,
not a falsehood,
hand in hand,
destroyed bodies and souls,
we caress each other maliciously,
reveling in shared pain.