~Feelings Purette~

Heal

You say, "I want to heal you."

I think it is too late, if you knew.

I'm just a dangerous person to you.

I've been waiting to eat you fresh.

My eyes are falling out as you see.

My lips are hungry for more of your flesh.

My arms are wrapped as well as my right eye.

I can still walk well, but my legs are a broken mess.

My left ring and point fingers are cut off for you.

My chest has been cut up too, so you forever see my heart.

Are you screaming yet?

I say, "I know you think I am a lie."

Standing there, the shining knife presses.

"The blade is special; I have picked it for you."

And so the blade runs and I want to slash you apart.

I want to look at your body forever. It sits there smiling, only bruised.

What was once a calming gesture is now a violent one.

I cannot resist your shield, still burying me with your lustful love fused

with your delicious brain and touch. Once and for all, I am not alone.

You say, "Your knife cannot kill me". The wounds are touched by you.

I want to give my right eye to you because I remember you saying "with me ever?",

and "I cannot help myself sometimes; I know I like you very much."

It is true, because I love pure blood mixed with broken bones together.

When I am healed, I feel weak.

I used to be immortal when bones broke,

But now I have become meek.

The wounds did disappeared, and I awoke.

Now I want to feel weak with your arms around me.

The knife disappears and I have become unbroken.

I do not resist; I do not hesitate; I do not flee.

I will stay with you. You continue to hold me...