These walls are bleeding fear, closing in on me until I can't feel you anymore, watching me stare into this mirror of broken hope to wipe away the stains of your memory that have caked themselves upon my decaying ego.
My reflection makes me nauseous, but the tears I weep are blessed with sorrow, falling over you in gold, shimmering sheets of eternal promise and yet the irony that spills across my face is only concerned with the songs which you used to burn love into my soul.
The razor feels so sweet inside my flesh as it carries away the pain which I collect in a bottle of hate, just to watch the bugs crawl in and drown among the love I've saved for you because it's amazing how I fool myself into believing this is real, living inside my mind as you worm your way into my tortured velvet to rip it apart with divine infinity.
I listen to the insincere calm settle over as you watch me writhe in a glass of joy, the one you trapped me in to keep away the loneliness that overwhelmed your life.
I love how you observe my squirming body, overcome with passionate requests and how you can desire something so vulgar and repulsive is beyond my wall of understanding, because I know you can feel the degradation festering inside these boundaries of sin.
Gehenna� 1997
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