Pornographic Suicide

The bitter aftertaste of her flesh still lingers on my tounge.
The room smells of sweat and ash,
and the feeling of hollow love hovers in my head like a suicide.

The goddess says nothing as she rolls out of bed.
I wonder what she thinks... i wonder, is she is as dead as i am?

We don't speak of the sin we committed
We both know it doesn't matter.
Pleasure was the only thing did...
now that its gone, I rot in reality once more

She looks at herself in the mirror
eyes once full of life are now as empty as a graveyard
As she sits on the bed beside me,
I can almost see her skin plagued by my disease.

There is no love between us.
There never was.
And I listen to the rain impact the earth outside...
I realize that not even a million years of rain,
could wash my leprosy from her body.