Vein

Here comes the poison, my
gently beating heart,
through the bloody streets of
decaying consideration
of a kiss to complete the puzzle of suicide.

Growing on my tongue
the mildew remnant of another pair of lips
they fit so well, so delicious and young
bring them back together, love's lifeless eclipse
to arouse the lost memories of my brain.

Suck out my veins
through the holes of my pains ...
a girl made of tree roots
you are latching onto me
feeding,
siphoning,
like the veins of a curse
listen to sorrow; I was here first.

They match so perfect-ly
don't I know it, harmony?;
a lock on the thrashing chains you
feel forward in my blood
in pools on wet concrete living anew,
a birth rate in my veins. (that's what you felt)

Coloured green
sickness or madness
twisting the veins outside my body, crying,
inconsiderate,
scattered alive to be dead again, in the hollow veins;
coloured darker green, the blood is flying.

This skin's the horizon
my veins the clouds,
creeping, touching
sewed shut repeatedly to stop -
everything. From getting in.