A Compromised Suicide

I'm yearning for hands to reach
and grasp my heart.
To handle me with little care

Pluck it like piano keys.
Bleeding me a symphony
to drowned out the white noise

The dotted line of pain and pleasure
have blurred. Smudging the two
into a submission of equality.

Dim the lights and put on show of love,
lust, blood. A dance of the most carnal desire
mixing the barest instincts into a melting pot.

Close my eyes and show me something
I can wrap my skeletal fingers around.
Something that makes me feel alive.

Instead of just standing still.