bleed

 
I hate the thought of you
jagged of soul...reaching for the razor
to cut off the rough edges
leave them alone
bleed your feelings
I will cauterize your heart

I'm a burn out
twenty watt light bulb
a black light
only demons are attracted to my flame
sigh, I defame myself
guttural intentions see me through most of the time

leave your sores alone
seared, it will only burn for a while
your afflictions speak a language all their own
they talk to me and let me know you

you speak expletives to the heart of me
profanity of the soul
too dirty to touch
I might lick them clean