I stitched my lips shut with the rusty needles from my secrets' pasts, just to ensure your little "gift" doesn't spill out.
It's squeezing it's way from my eyes, my ears, and every crevice the demon can find.

They say "love is blind" but the creature has no eyes;
So it doesn't see the destruction it has left behind.
They it's a roller coaster--a never ending thrill.
But, instead it leaves us hopeless, free of all will.

I could be liberated. Free even.
And all it would take is one word.
I could so easily rip the stitching from my lips, and the blindfold from my mind's eye.

But I won't.

The same star-crossed ties that hold me silent tie me to a cross to sacrifice this body to you.

You are my type of God.

They say love comes in the strangest of ways, but yet you're here. Right as you say.

I'll admire you, just like I've done before.
Like this.

Quiet.


Because I speak no more.