Please...

Please don't reach out to me again

For I am dead and veiled in pain 

No more am I... nothing remains

Blood tears I’ve rained; blood tears I’ve rained

Yet still, I’m naked in your eyes 

Crave only flesh; my soul’s disguise 

You will not probe where my heart lies 

Cruel lust seeks high; cruel lust seeks high.

I dare not turn and glance at you 

As blushed my face with thoughts of you 

For I want more; a love made true 

You don't... I do; you don't... I do.

You'll tell me what I want to hear 

Whisper sweet nothings in my ear

Rip old wounds open... brand and sear

I taste my fear; I taste my fear.

For you will not be satisfied 

Until you’re deep between my thighs 

Carving new scars upon insides 

Sharp knife-edged lies; sharp knife-edged lies.

With heart ripped out; now at your feet 

I beg you please... this time retreat 

My bones picked clean won’t quench your greed

Yet still, you feed; yet still, you feed.

Sever each fibre of my heart 

My slow dissection is your art 

Flay soul from body; tear apart

Words... arsenic darts; words... arsenic darts.

From this charred corpse, I’ll breathe again

Feel days cast black and writhe insane

From torturing me you'll not refrain 

You need... my pain; you need... my pain.

©  Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry.