blood accents your features

Stepping twords the knife held at my chest
gleaming with all its distrust
your savior and enslaver
the thought quivers your voiceless lips
sink the blade to the hilt
finish your work
Kill me
stab away to your hearts last fucking desire
untill my eyes cloud over with blood
dont look away till its finished
and my soul has wondered
hope my cold dead flesh can please you
that you can walk beneath this burden
this bloody carcouse left on your frozen shoulders
embrace the pain of selfish motives
you cant just walk away from it
this wound will alway seep 
my  blood accents your features
hair across your face only seems
to shade your inner deamons
as you sniff the corpse of bloated sorrows
our severed hands bleed while floating