Climax

The spiderweb bruises crawl down my back
And the tiny crusted crescents dot my skin all over
With trails of the rawest pink shooting behind them
Surely leaving lasting blemishes on my porcelain glory

Now, more than ever, I am filled with blood
Bursting from capillaries in each and every extremity
Filling in my core, once with lust, now with pain
And the chemical mixture of both combining shakes me

Each movement of my vital organs I feel growing stronger
As all that was and ever will be culminates within me
And with each new wave of agony there comes one of pleasure
For at the very moment I feel I'm dying, I am living most