Your flesh on mine, a panacea?

Jan 06, 2012 03:35

My joints are flaring up
The craving for blood is immense
I fear I am addicted to sadness
Flashes
Of crimson
Flames licking at my shoulders
Jaws around my wrists and ankles
Masochist
Awash in disgust
I want to burn out brightly
Expend my lifespan
Erupt

Yet
A different desire tethers me
Wind-kissed brow
Sinks beneath the waves
Drowning in welcoming warmth

This artist's heart
Spews its life forth
Bleeds in a surge for its craft
You are the promise
That seals the wounds
Tightly binding my self-loathing
I exist
To love.
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