I am a walking supernova,
collapsing in on myself - slowly, slowly
imploding under the weight
of your indifference to my existence.
Your gravity, your touch -
is all too much to bear
and I'm burning, blazing
with a thousand crazy gasses
that flare inside my head.
Love, this is what you do to me -
but I let you ... Each day
I'm destroying myself - all for you.
This is my gift: death. Decay.
Because of you I'm wasting away,
inside out. It hurts like hell -
but isn't this pain glorious? Addictive?
Just like you; you are this pain.
And I can't stop - won't!
Just continue to moan and twist
in this exquisite agony, its burn and bite ...
Until it all ends in a release. Explosion.
A flash of beautiful light.