Oozing black
Or when the hand guides the heart
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Oozing black
She gives me the most cruel of deaths
Deliciously painful and slow
With her herpes mouth
And her nine inch nails
Her love is sweet
Like mom's
Jared strawberry jam
And bitter like dad's
Blackened heart and working hands
Green fades
Back to black
The sun shines upon my eyes
When I catch a glimpse of her smile
Icicles in her mouth
So cold
The absence
Her silence
Her never more
It's sunday morning
The shadows spilled
Of a sun slaughtered in its sleep
Red fades
To black
She gives me the most painful of all deaths
With her loving eyes
And her crooked smile
Stubborn, stubborn little plaything
I ask again "why?"
Her heart
A lonely afterthought
An empty carcass
Painted in decaying red
All fades to black
Only silence
And then
Nothing