why don't you just rip my heart out and eat it in front of me?
the silence
the loud, maddening silence
the pulse of my heart aching, holding as if to hold in it's breath
alone in the lonely death of your indifference and heart that conveniently forgets
reaching & pleading and groping at air
hidden emotions not showing, unfeeling and guarded leave me bathed in despair
i'd bathe you in kisses
if you'd speak only the words
you mock me as with laughter somehow you find it absurd
hold it in and busy yourself
keep me at a distance and expect me to grow in the dark cold shadows and shade of the corner I'm forced within writhing in a fit of ache clutching this hallow gaping space that pulses still like a rotted sore tho it's core lay in your clutches and dripping in gooey gore-filled drops from the lips that curl in displeasure at my need
my greed
the gluttoney that I feel since raped by the whore of your love
I raise you above
yet still I find myself buried beneath
