Principles Of Lust

Looking in the mirror,
this scar has yet to fade,
this scab of love,
that coated the lust in me.
My skin never liked rejecting you.
There was always that allure to you,
that pulled me closer.
Suddenly with all the wilderness,
I had to be close to you.
I had to taste this bitter dream,
and never forget you.
I had to do more,
than that was expected.
Open my body to you,
and let the creatures in,
paint for you an obscure image,
of pornography.
Death was always easier,
for you to swallow.
It started with blood upon your wrists,
I walked in and caught you in the act.
Pleasing myself was never as much fun,
as the anticipation of death.
That was the beginning.
The secluded nature of your seduction,
reeled me in,
creating a void,
in my already disappearing personality.
But who cares when you are pretty on the outside?
Fragments of the soul,
don't need to be replaced,
the cover up shines in all the right places,
when you know what you desire to be.
You never knew this,
and fell blindly into a pool of blood,
and you had never swam before.
Its funny how you learnt this way,
this spirit you painted yourself to be.
Me on top, forcing you with a delicate smile,
you fell in love with me that way.
You fell in love with someone,
who held the bottle tighter than you.
The alcohol always blurred your vision
and my reasons for being there.
I never knew until I lost you,
I never noticed the way the emptiness piled up,
without you to take them away.
And now as I stare at the world through red eyes,
I wonder why its so cold outside,
when the blood is boiling hotter,
than passion within the night.
You always held me in the right places,
and I could scream out your name,
I guess you realised the game,
and were tired of giving into a lie.
Plastic never feels human,
after its melted and used again.