Lips sigh life onto humble tongues, <br />the virtues you regret, <br />have only lost you. <br />I touch the poisoned lips of tainted lust, <br />and from here out, <br />suck every last drop, <br />of sweet death, <br />from virgin lips. <br />And moan every misery, <br />upon crawling flesh, <br />Silence licks away this chemical imbalance, <br />and carves it's final cacophony of non-existent sound, <br />upon my silent yet broken body. <br /> <br />Carved upon the broken, <br />my words mend, <br />finally at piece with the body of scars, <br />resting within the blood; <br />we the broken, are finally home.<br /><br />Crimson Love<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carved-upon-the-broken/
