My feral cry to my blood

You do not feel my pain

you do not see the world

through my ocular devices

alas, not even your own

because you are petrified

because you do not see

you carve a word into my flesh

that embodies your turmoil

one after another

you grace my sickly flesh

with proverbial stilettos

tipped with the anguish of your insecurity

tonight we sleep in crimson fury

funny how no-one's the better

both victims of our fear

crazy how the lines are blurred

tragic it had to end this way.....