Could you give me away to the night?
Let me be swallowed by black and blue ice.
Just let me freeze or get lost in the dark,
hiding away in the shadowy marks.
And when you kiss me like that again,
stabbing through words we write with this pen.
Pretending the ink washed off with white rain.
Drench them in bleach but it all means the same.
Like my flesh rotting away in a murderous pose.
Leaving my image still equally gross.
The shower curtain draped tight on my face,
to smother myself in that plasticy taste.
Then choke on the pieces your throwing away,
while icicles stab through the frozen decay.
Melted plastic and water soak battered skin,
pleading for beauty while covered in sin.
Masked by your hand with mud black and red
Still covered in dirt in an ash exposed bed.
With these eyes aphetic and a body turned gray,
a love once iced over now melts away.