Tick, Tick, Tick.
(Time)
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Press our lips to
Father Clock. Whisper
the sins we've been
scarred with.
(Death)
Shh. Do you hear?
The screams of the
passed. Their hearts
beating in our palms.
(Lust)
Your sweet-coated tongue
pressed up to my neck.
Scripted with your mistakes
damned by yesterday.
(Sex)
Feel those hands? Creeping up
your thighs. Our whispers drowned
by your screams. Feel the
warmth between your cheeks.
(Pain)
Blood seeps past our lips,
coating them in candy-red
secrets. Our knife stabbed eyes
trailing your movements. Embrace
a fist to our chest, scrape
a ring 'cross our cheek. Leave
a message to remember.
(Lies)
Distortion oozes out our
lips. Baby, bite my words,
see if I care.
(Future)
Our future is nothing, but a
tragedy. Time ticks
by, beating like a
time bomb.
(Love)
Wanna share secrets?
Want to endear lips,
scrutinize each other with
the tips of our wet tongues?
Do you want to get close,
feel the heat burn through
our skinny jeans?
Tsk, feel that heat? Burned
to the brim. You wrote your
name with a sugar smothered knife. Slaughtering
my insides. Finger-tips sweaty
against mine. Our hearts,
you made them weep. Press
your palm to my chest, feel the
vibration of my basted heart, leaking your dark
matter, turning it charcoal.
Shake me loose, cut my
strings, unstuff my body,
throw me away, let someone
else unmend your carefully
sewed stitches across my wrists.
Our time is ticking.
25 days it screams.
♠ ♠ ♠
(It's all one poem, but the BBcodes made it have spaces in between T-T)