Your perfect face…
That silky skin,
Heavenly lips.
Hearing you breath
Makes my heart
Jump out of
The rib cage.
I look into your eyes;
Can’t stop biting
My lower lip
As I push the knife
Into you.
The warm red
Will evenly paint
The soft porcelain.
I will leave my fingerprints
All over this
Shameless fair surface
Of your shoulders.
Your weak grip
Will soon let go
As I am almost done
With slaughtering
The last bits
Of sanity.
