UNTITLED (aka Psalm of Disgust)

Crimson bloodstains, on my fingers
Silver kitchen blade, in my hand
Sheets of linen, around her thin neck
My soul as black as the vomit she chokes on

It is then that I wake up
On my bed in my white-washed tomb
As the demons in the alley shriek
Whilst the dreams I breathed are gone

No one understands
No one comprehends
Damned until the end
Some nights I ask the stars up above
"Why must I be a teenager in Love?"

---jason