Pulsating, Bloody Kisses

I can't take it anymore.
I don't wanna feel.
I don't wanna hate.
I wanna be numb and dumb.
I want to be with my lover.
I need to feel it's kiss once more.
Once more.

I slip into the porcelain tub.
It's cold surface comforting
my naked legs.
Like many times before.
I take my hard lover in my fingers.
Caress it's cool, steely skin.
I smile.
This is it.
I needed to feel it's kiss once more.
Once more.

Like many times before,
it's kisses my wrist.
It's kisses stinging,
I wouldn't have it any other way.
It's kisses me again.
And again.
And again.
It's red lip prints blooming
against my pale white skin.
I smile at them.
They make the hurt go away.
I wanted to feel it's kiss once more.
Once more.

One final kiss was all I needed.
Just one.
It's kissed the top of my wrist.
How it stung.
It kissed down my wrist.
It's prints blooming and pulsating.
A beautiful sight.
It's kisses make me feel light-headed.
It's kisses ooze across my bare legs and
pool in the bottom of the tub.
I roll my head back against the back of the tub.
This is it.
My eyes flicker shut.
I am...encased...by...beautiful...sweet...oblivion.