Sanguine

Honey, I hate our love

Glass and porcelain, your everyday tools
To bring it upon my skin and draw blood
It is to amuse
The rough edge and smooth plane
How lovely they are

Smile while I writhe, this glorious pain
I am on your form, content with sin
Torturous hands, we are not sane

Though the screams go on, it is deafened by our laughter
And soon we become one
Us, the brighter side of disaster

I am cut by the blade and torn by your love
Skin, ripped. We lay mixed in our shame
Consumed in shaking need for one another
A sanguine mess, are we

Reviews

[Billy S]

I like the form. I might use it sometime. You used similar themes that I do, as well as my use of color. I like it.

[Brittany YO]

I don't know if my take on this is what you meant to get across, but it hit a rather odd spot in my mind. Not a bad odd, a good odd...lol. I liked this quite a bit, very vivid and direct. ^.^