Lipstick Casanova - Yours

Will the bloodstained blemish upon the Earth make you happy;
Ecstatic to be rid of such a waste,
Or will you cry your eyes out of the very sockets
In which they float; scrutinizing, twitching, staring eyes,
Piercing my soul and rendering me helpless with no sense of purpose.
Maybe you'll just cover up the bloodied heap that is me,
Like you would a wine-soaked patch of Berber
And pretend I never was.
Well Angel Dear, you can cover me up (but my blood will seep through)
Spit on my rotten corpse (but I'll never come clean)
Even dance on my burning remnants, but my heart is yours,
Still, to do with whatever you please.
Crush it, stab it; tear shred consume it,
Incinerate the flesh for all I care, my heart still beats,
Just for you, so your ears have something in which to listen.
You can push and pull my prisonal body,
But let you remember my heart throbs inside,
Awaiting your touch, hoping one day you'll care too.

Lipstick Casanova

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