poetry :p

How much my yearning grows

To the brim

full

Becoming

Ever-so hungry

For a second of your voice in my ear

What i wouldnt give

To achieve that bliss

Id rather allow my teeth to rot

Out of my head

Then be forgotten by you

I hope i make an impression

(almost like the smell of

for-mal-de-hyde)

I hope you recognize me that easily

I will call to you

Like a queen and her jester

As he breaks

Across the castle floor

Eager to satisfy her once again

Youre mine

Im yours

We’ll be bound by blood

And by the constant need

Of verbal, emotional, and physical reassurance

Follow me

Beyond the veil

When my skin has fallen off of my bones

The worms have crawled in my eyes

Eating away

The tissue

The Flesh

And the chemicals the mortician stored in my abdominal cavity

Decomposing

Will you love me then?