Dead Skin

Your sleuthing persistence ended up at my door,

so I opened the window of lustful memories,

and threw away the cards of pleasantries,

allowing your hurricane of sultry promises to seduce my loneliness,

creating a brand new path of self-destruction.

My double-edged tongue ended up at your throat,

so you bargained the best of yourself with the worst of me,

offering your biggest mistake for a peaceful death song,

only to be drawn on your ashes by my ruthless fingertips,

molding symphonies from your frustrated sighs and blistering kisses.

Your weakness ended up being me,

so you stuttered your final words against my lips and bullets,

reminding me of the two blazing catastrophes forged with malevolent intent,

who started this journey of scrubbing away at the decaying bodies we used to be,

adding to the slaughter of haunted hearts and guarded reputations,

just so we could gain rule over the dead skin embedded in our past.