You carry the loyalty of dogs so you shall be led to the slaughter as swine.
It all seemed so real when you whispered, adorned
with rose petals and the best of intention.
Bleeding softly. I wonder if he ever felt as warm.
It's late and my ears can't listen
and there is no one to life me to my feet.
But I still dream of you twisting and contorting beneath a garbage bag veil.
And this is
how it ends. Pretty and black as the soul.
Just for one split instant I want to be the lucky one.
Not to have the pleasure of
tasting the salt of my own tears when we kiss.
I've been saving my own soul for years and every instant I have been slaughtered as