I watch as you kindly poured the poison into my open wounds.
I drown in your misery, dizzy from calm you chaotically placed on my soul.
Already empty, I have no space left for your cunning words.
As I hit a high, I feel my heart bound with ache.
Your tongue slices my shallow skin, bleeding what’s left.
I sit in silence wishing I had tears.
Numb to the pain, you continue to delicately please your tainted words.
In the darkness I am left, broken and cold.
I have nothing left to give the officer when the gentleman has taken so much.
