Romantic Suicide

Starlight flickers in hallowed cheeks;
the stench of saliva rich in the air as the
chill escapes from naked flesh. The one to
blame hides behind a comedy mask and
the bones of victims are plucked by insects
and nightmares. When love becomes murder
with beauty, in a look at heaven and broken
eyes scrape the ceiling to escape. Reality
fades into folds of fiction; a mental fortress;
in solitude with bodies joined in cold fission.

The empty skin on a frame of broken bones
and sinews of tar and ash; the beauty of taking
lives and names. Real life becomes distorted
with every raindrop. Staples and pins define
suicide to the imbecile; the gasoline meets flame
and the world trembles in dismay. A lullaby
under a wooden roof; knees scared and splintered
in passion. When seasons change and you exhale;
footsteps echo on the icy gravel and the howls
of animals coincide with the sugar and salt.

Skipping tracks but the music stays the same;
a merry-go-round of show-tunes that play
in the scenes of self-destruction. Another night,
the same nightmare; pity and hate on repeat
and the memory made fresh every waking moment.
Carving names into skin and bone; the blood doesn't
stain the carpet because dead flesh doesn't bleed. Breathing
stops when the heart refuses to pump but the lips still
form vocal scars. Hate vibrates the air as the rock
bruises pale flesh in an attempt of violence.

With IV drips and scarlet scars and smoke
betraying fortitude. Dance and laugh around
the hospital bed; you can only guess what the
morning brings and darkness fades away.
And only the good die young; or so the radio
says; dream of escape that goes ignored,
it's hard to foster anger when kisses fall freely
on protesting lips. It's not running away when
collision is a happy moment; when talk stops -
all the laughter in the world couldn't make it stop.