Bunnyjunk (Subdued)

Waltz sweet love submissive a shiny razor blade
Straight through my eyesocket
holding the photo
of her lifeless body
in a silver locket

We don't need eyes to see
your shattered face and broken life
Vitals connect the broken smile
to the altar machine, a sterile knife

Desperate for oxygen,
Clawing at my wrists
The Life leaves your eyes
Deeply bleeds split open like a knife in a birthday cake
White wrist red bunnyjunk,
"looks like you're indeed made of styrofoam,
how nice it must be to call such a heavenly body 'home.'"