spare this...

warm and wet, moves to form the sound
entrenched the taste of bitter ache upon this tongue
your sweet name burns its way from this trembling body
no moment spares this
this heart has too soon heard
light's time found these hidden wounds
blood forever dried through the gauze
foul smelling secretion, so rotten inside
throb and pulse and ache beneath their so-called stitches
each aggravated and exposed, torn out and bled
the bitter sound reopens them again
stitches dissolve with your name

gasp, this chest crushed from within
benumb this malady of you
callous joke, it's lost the will
pray for cold and death and nothing
the wish memory's past would fade away
another wrenching shock of pain

I'd rather die than think of you