. ..Ink Blots.. .

Breathe for me if you wish for your death;
The clock has stopped ticking for your baited breath.

The courtyard is emptied, there's no one but I,
So whisper your lusts now; I'm prepared to die.

Speak words laced in ebony, blue pearls all lain.
They'll wind us up tightly. We're laced up in pain.

Sing out your heartscars, I'm crying out mine.
We're falling and aching in pain's pleasure divine.

Don't scream at my tears; I'll keep my lip bit.
The blood mourns in secrecy for the blade that tore it.

I'll whisper sweet nothings and arch all in time,
Your pleasure's my meaning, your anguish now mine.

So give me your worries, I'm stained where I lay,
I'll be your new favorite 'til you throw me away....

Love, your last page



~Hitomi