Redder, Deeper, Sharper, Harder! Poem by Cory Burton

How red must they be,
How deep do you want me to head,
How solemn am I now?
Am I good enough for you?

You want me to feel the Pain...
I feel it, I swear.
My soberness is coming...
But the sorrow is leaving.

My only cure,
The only one...
I want more, MORE!
I need the antidote that I have begun.

The shiny,
The beautiful,
My best friend I have ever had,
The hard habits to break.

I hide it in the black purse...
In the pocket on the left.
Hand it to me,
My dear lover,
And let me do to your wishes.

Please...
Come with me...
Please...
Lets live eternaly with these scars...
Locked between Heaven and Hell.

Lets leave this place,
Please, don't use the rope.
The knife will be easier...
To end our devastating race.

Forget it if they find our bodies,
Forget it if they find the knives..
I just want to be with you...
Just suprise.

I take the silver blade...
Pull it towards my wrist...
I PUSH down as hard as I can...
And I wait for my lover.

'Wh... why aren't you doing this? ? '
'I.. I love you but... I don't want to die.'
'So you want me to bleed to death without you! ? ! ? '
He doesn't reply.

I grab his arm,
Dig the blade into the base,
I let go of him,
We bleed all over the place.

There we lie,
On the floor like dead kittens...
He yells at me... wanting to kill me again.
He said that he didn't want to die,
But he never said that he didn't want me too.

My sadness continues,
As I live alone,
Dead as dead, they always say,
Dead as dead.