You Are A Rusting NightmareMature
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Gradual Suicide
Gently fading, blurring, greying,
The future rots,
Hearts solidify to silver,
And tarnish,
In a rash of blood-coloured rust.
Stitches, piercings, snake-bites leak,
Crimson-black droplets seep through,
I pay for your affection with my own blood,
A velvet dusting of suffocated pain,
Smothered like a blue-white flickering flame.
Talons bruise and welt my wrists,
In a pulse-killing grip of death.
Sometimes I die when you tell me I'm worthless,
But I rise again when you need a slave of sorts,
To shed blood to fulfill your twisted fantasy.
You only need me,
When you need something to destroy.
Tear me apart,
Kill me slowly,
A poison to deaden my tangled emotions.

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