Plasticine Dreams

I am dead things
I am rot
I am decay
Inky blood festering
Bile
Sludge
Putrid black webbing beneath placid white serenity
I am the plasticine dream
Your porcelain possession
Calm
Unremarking
Stoic to the horrors i am victim to
A perverse puppet
In a play of nightmares
All for an audience of one
Paraffin flesh set by your vicious grace
Kneaded
Molded
Yielding thing i have become
Owned
Created
Opulent consuming obsession
Devoured
Devoted
Decrepit
Yours...
I see you there
This infection of affection
This intimate disease
Break my skin
I feel you here
Like worms through my veins
This putrid decadence
Turning colder as my insides wriggle with your rapture
Do you see me here?
My quartz skin splashed onyx rot
Your murdered marbline
Glistening, frozen surrender
How do i taste on your tongue?
Stone?
Sugar?
Sand?
I'll never savor again
Can i taste myself just once on your kiss?
My fixed, foggy eyes reaching
Begging for one memory of life
One last shared moment
Something still stolen but mine
Please, just once, can i taste my decay on you?
Give me the bitter flavor of defeat
Relish each inch of festering flesh
Your worms grinding me home back to earth
I have no power to plead do i?
No soul here
No life
Empty eyes
Hollow.
Hollow for you to fill
Hollow to let you feed
Rapture
Destruction
Ecstacy
Yours