you saw me with a crucified posture:
my feet, high off ground.
the wall stained up with blue darkness
and skin covering my ribcage opened up like a curtain.
the face I had was of possesion
my toung uncertain spoke of insects...
all my organs spilled out to the floor.
gravity collapsed.
they covered with invisible dust
and you looked up to kiss me...
my face and lips were rotting like nature
and instead of fleshy cheeks I had boiling vomit.
but my eyes you could see.
through them I spoke to you.
you did nothing but to kiss me.
You loving soul,
love itself will kill you.