archangelic-eros

[archangelic-eros]

Spill my intentions (hannigram poem)

You gutted me alive,

You ruined my life,

Lied about my cells' crime.

Only because you wanted to find out.

Curiosity killed the cat,

Yet you are a beast,

A stag in the night.

Something that stunted my sight.

You feed with my flesh,

Drink with my blood.

It's like I'm your holy temple

I never felt such a rush.

So many bullets,

Ripped through my skull

You started all this

But I didn't find it dull.

I love you,

More than blood can paint

And I hate it

Because it feels like that's the way you made me think.

How selfish of you,

So cumbersome and detached

To leave a gashed smile,

Your fuel exiting my mouth,

You spilled my intentions.

I layed bare with thirst,

But I will love you.

Because love is more personal,

Than wrapping my hands around your throat.

[archangelic-eros]

My Disease (poem based off hannigram)

Loving you, Is my diagnoses. A shame, really My skin is going through necrosis.

Fortunately for you, My addiction is that, Of pain killers And your aroma

The tissue is decaying, Peeling morbidly I'm not afraid of dying; My diagnoses doesn't fear me

I feel indifferent, On a hospital bed Ichor peppering, not you, But my plasma instead.

Who knew love is so vile Every cough and sneeze Every wheeze and heave But I'm not scared Should I be?

Your love brings no morality It's as raw as my heart The skin that's moulting apart. The tissue you ripped in half.

It's laughable, my care, At a sickness That isn't willing to spare, A single twitch Of a smile, or frown But it will masticate me, Until I remain skinless.

Avulsed to your desire, But I remain addicted To the gunfire Ripping me to shreds, But I love it more than any meds, You forced me to take.

I'm bleeding out. I have no skin No outer layer Just the ones within. Pepper me in kisses, Shower me with love, With that gentle knife, You promised me wouldn't rust.

As it cuts through my flesh, As delicate as the mesh The design of a pomegranate, Entered through my head. Now that I'm absorbed, In the net inside your nest.

I'm not scared That petrified me But I love it nonetheless Because you see me.

You are my design. And my sickness, Well it's benign.

[archangelic-eros]

Did a little fact file on my main character, he is a bit blue

[archangelic-eros]

I love this pathetic man