The Moon Listens...

For Bloom (pt. 2)

end me.

Make me a donor and give my life away.

Let the burning fires pool from my thighs,

and rasberry syrup ooze from my wrists. 

Let my soul sink into an inky lifeless abyss as 

sky's heavy tears knock fiercely on my skull.

I welcome them inside my brain and allow

them to fester into dark thoughts, 

and nurture budding, mischievous garden roses.

Gently woven, those beautiful lies,

were just your venomous thorns in disguise.

My wounds accept them with open arms, 

they nestle inside like a hungry parasite,

but I'm blinded by your alluring eyes.

Seconds turn to Hours, 

and it's starting to get late.

My seams are unraveling again,

You made me a toy for you to enjoy,

and threw me away like garbage.

On my knees, begging you "please.",

stop playing with me.

Boy, I'm obsessed;

you've made me an addict

and I need my next fix.

My morals and my starvation for your kiss

are making me sick.

My suicidal days are becoming my everyday,

and my feelings won't fade. 

You make me pay the toll to stay,

and pull the plug from the tub of joy.

You've drained me and I love it.

I love you, can't you see that I love you...?