Carved Upon The Broken Poem by Crimson Love

Lips sigh life onto humble tongues,
the virtues you regret,
have only lost you.
I touch the poisoned lips of tainted lust,
and from here out,
suck every last drop,
of sweet death,
from virgin lips.
And moan every misery,
upon crawling flesh,
Silence licks away this chemical imbalance,
and carves it's final cacophony of non-existent sound,
upon my silent yet broken body.

Carved upon the broken,
my words mend,
finally at piece with the body of scars,
resting within the blood;
we the broken, are finally home.