needle deep in mocked heresy

your teeth are shining red and you still laugh at me. your eyes are black your lips have turned blue and you still laugh at me. such a pretty smile. I turn my back in the rain lightining flashes brilliantly on the horizon thunder shakes the heavens and the patter grows stronger. I look over my shoulder at your whorish form on the ground spent makeup from the days fresh mask run down and reveal your true face. i stare coldly, inquisitively at the disappearing mask and the person i used to know, but even now i can see the lies flooding to your teeth wanting to escape the cracks in between, the blood is only a temporary gauze it does nothing to dilute them as you lay there becoming drenched and more ragged. you look up at me still with such lust, you will never change. i walk slowly away every drop of rain i hear fall every step i take makes a more defined splash everything is in tune. pitter, patter it falls so gallantly so serenely everything is so grey so beautiful. all that hinders the sullen peace is the bright red of your teeth and that elaborate lipstick. oh God that lipstick so crimson so tasteless smells so bland. such a cheap brand but so eloquent it smells of chemicals and powder it marks my whole body over and over leaving temporary scars of sin they are so gently received but so roughly given, you have no control when these moments pass. oh God that lipstick! if only it could have stayed mine! i see where you have been all night not bothering to hide your trail on all the collars to not hide your cheap stench in all the alleys and discordant rooms you fail my heart once more. i keep walking i think of how your arms used to be so warm like blankets that would cling to every morsel of my skin and light it with the softest warmth i could feel course through me until i was on fire completely and it weakened me. now they are thin and cold veiny and dry, pin cushioned from all your tragic happiness from all the unneccessary neccesities youve consumed yourself with. i shake my head as the blood curdling scream resonates from deep within your half-hearted lungs. its raspy and harsh not like the soft sweet melody of the girl i once knew but that of a hag who threw her innocence away not caring the price she would pay the toll that would be demanded, the devilish nights she repeated so willingly over and over again the decay it would have on her once prized beauty . i still walk not turning my head the muscles not responding to the part of me she beckons for and he is so lonely he just wants to beleive that those are truths shes spitting that it remains his and only his lipstick, but this will never be the story. the wind blows his hair violently and tortures his shattered eyes but he trudged on. he turns the final corner for the last time takes in a cold harsh breathe, pauses for some uknown reason then attuned to the broken silence, hears voices then moans and cries of pitiful excstacy he is already forgotten once more. he thinks of how her eyes fell on him when their bodies met how she longed at him how she explored every texture of his face with just her eyes looked so deeply into his while he made his love for her , such a waste he thinks to himself such a prominent memory to be regretted but there was nothing of that angel in the alley with the demons sitting on garbage touching for no other reason than to feel and be touched desiring what she doesnt understand. what cause did i serve in this? what role did i play to face such mutiny and deception? i gave her all of me so divinely now im faced with just a comic book heroine to sink my claws in. she took the the road  too far and mistook my presence for granted, she distorted this all so terribly needle deep in mocked heresy.....