Call out my name.
Plead for that thread of air I have deprived your wind pipe of with the callous hand that found its generosity in the authenticity of its barbarousness. Don't ask for mercy for that I have deprived my fingertips the second they dug out the softness of your skin; they have found the opulence they longed to wreck for too long. Pronounce the label glued to my monstrosity, to summon your death closer or spare your miserable life its impatiently awaited halt. Pour it out against my brims, into my mouth when I play the strings of your nervous system. For I sink into the roots till the leaves drip out the droplets of my poison.
Call out my name.
Say it while my back faces you as I find the pace of my strides hastening through the door. I don't bind to the rule book of humanity; I've composed my own definition to that hideous utterance and I couldn't care less about how appalling you find it to be. I spilled my tea to refill the cup with the elixir of your disappointment, the sounds of disillusionment of the smashing of that heart you ludicrously handed over are to be blamed on the giver, not the disposer. I come with a single warning and when I walk on your ashes, remorse turns its head with no gut to look me right in the eyes.
Call out my name.
Speak to me about how less of a man I get to be every single day. Take the oath of the absence of any beating machine behind those ribs and fill my veins with the leers of your disgust. Sketch your theories of my incapability to love someone upon my skin, giving me erroneous anecdotes whilst the veracity of my being sinks within the folds of rotten flesh. Stroke my imprudent pride till my pompousness hardens under the affection of your touch and I'll pour my ethereal melancholia into the voids of your dalliance. It's ridiculous how lies are taken as pain killing pills while truths are not to be believed. You walk into my ambush even though you were told to stay away at the gate and I did exactly as I said I would.
I said I wouldn't care and I never did.
I said I'll disappoint you and I did.
I said don't step on my limits and you did.
So, call my name, darling.
Because it's the last thing your mouth will ever articulate.
