There you go loitering as per usual.
A decomposing jelly, spineless to the last.
Blobs of your gummy warm gelatine
amalgamate with the thick red
blood of your veins –
Crimson does absolutely nothing for you.
Your pallor, being way too insipid.
Autopsies – inquests no one will ever know
why you took your life tonight.
Someday gal, your death; will be the beginning of me.
Poppy September 2013 ~xx~