It started out fine, listening to you talk and utter my name.

We fell beneath hollowed sheets to make love before “It” came.

A simple slit to the wrists, rusted nails decorating the heart,

I lie awake as you ripped me apart.

Limb from limb, my flesh is slaughtered.

I love you, please don’t leave me. If so, I shall turn into your sexy martyr.

The morning came, crying away the pollen.

Blessed are those who raise the fallen, murder the weak, and discover their dynamic callin’.