Sepsis

I feel you like a gaping wound, A great fetid, gangrenous maw That will never close. I feel you eating me alive, Your disease, Penetrating brain and bone Psyche and soul. Leaving me twisted, broken Decrepit and defiled. Your love is vile. You whisper promises To spiders and flies Of my stone-dead corpse Rotting in silence Amid decaying forgotten things. Gladly, I kissed your putrescent lips, I tasted your sanguine affection, Ingested your infection. You have become my drug. My life. Loathsome, Yet I love you still. Lost in your mephitic grace, Wasted. I wait… You are the shine that blinds And distracts me from the pain Of your ministrations, Your manipulations. You sing and caress As your virus oozes through my veins, Burning away all that I am. You kiss and cajole me Into believing that this is love. Lust. I feel your desperate hunger As you burrow deeper inside me, Hollowing my heart For your carnal pleasure. It feels like love. Your emptiness feels like home.