[clown Factory] Poem by Empath In flames

I wish to grab your face,
And pour darkness
Into those brightly coloured eyes
Can you see the world the
Way I do?
Or must I try to withdraw
Liquid from the sclera in attempt
To expand your intensity?
You could become blind
Severing your optic nerve...
But it’s probably the easy way out
From what I want to show you.

I wish to slice you a smile
From ear to ear.
Smear the crimson blood to shadow
Your desolated blue chapped lips.
From the excitement I should
Be cautious just in case,
A little slip could penetrate your
Vocal cords...
To scream is release
and I at least want you
to have that option...

I will suspend you,
Slowly pushing the tip of the hook
In careful deliberation
Not to break the skin too much.
I don’t want you to suffer...
I just want to play with you.

I dip you in hot wax,
To preserve your beautiful image.
A burning sensation,
To prove your devotion.
Love freezes in many ways.

Who’s laughing now...