A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Rush

Flowing bright red gush,

skin separated so sloppy like mush,

and a crazed lover whispering "hush",

holding the blood stained knife and fixing her hair with a brush,

and applying some blush,

asked her dying lover,

what he thought of her,

was she beautiful enough now to be in under his covers,

like that other woman, the slutty clubber,

and could she become his children's mother,

she whispered,"I hear you like it without a rubber",

his eyes were full of shock and maybe regret,

how could he have let,

himself get caught and worse yet,

stabbed as if he was Hamlet,

and a tear fall as his ex-lover set,

his house on fire,

thus she burned away his lust and desire.