Ripe With Decay Poem by Jade Wolver

pale clean skin,
an empty canvas for the artistry of hatred for life
flowing slow,
a sliver of pain whispered the stained silver of the knife

sending me back again a sweet reunion
i'm almost disappointed
something so clean slashed and destroyed
So beautifully, messily, tragic
extracting the thoughts like magic
i can feel the sweetness hugging me as the lines begin to blur

dripping together,
a crimson pool so warm and deep
lulls me to an endless sleep
i finally feel so very weightless as i bleed out all my worries
yet, my objective remains shapeless
as it clumps together on my legs in flurries

my eyes once filled with happiness and hope
now sit vacantly, thoughts corrupted with dope
that can't help but tempt me

a hint of an impulse i've met every single time
visits me again it reminds me in my grime
you are a little bit of pressure away from escaping this world today
so tempting is the blissful abyss a sweet,
glimmering kiss

still, i lay here, ripe with decay