Rough, unedited poem that I may delete. Read it soon if you want...

Roses are red
violets are dead
blood stays blue
inside of you

I spilled it,
like a careless child
with a glass of kool-aid
across the soft white carpets

I cut myself
on the fragments of us,
clutching at the ruins,
walking among all
that remains of you.

Standing in the craters and
Cursing every hollow star,
They're singing as they fall,
dawn eats the stragglers.

Splash, echoes of rubble
soar across the serenity
of your glistening cornea,
I chase them with hollow screams

Scrawl forevers in the bastion
of your still heart...

The acres of your breast
are still, silent woods.
I break my knees
against your thorny ribs.
My hands slide along
your slippery teeth.
Your tongue hangs limply,
against the roof of the world.

Creak the knuckles of your unused hands,
oil the joints of your rusty knees.
You are dead but I will animate your frame.

I will breathe life into you,
have my rib, have them all.
Adam was the first man to suck his own dick.