From your tongue I hear the whisper of snakes Your words, like slipping worms crawl underneath my skin Your eyes, like a dull knife tear into my heart leaving me feeling nothing Not even pain What’s your favorite monster? What do you fear? What can I conjure that will make you writhe? Is it the taste of ash? The smell of death? The prickle of a spider on your flesh? The trace of laughter, empty, without a voice? What fills your screams at night When there’s no one there but you in your cold and heartless bed? When not even a whisper could break the silence? I loathe the look in your eyes telling me I failed you yet again I never see joy I never hear the words I need to hear ever come from your lips All I wanted was a sign and you gave me nothing but the hiss of regret Your actions leave me hollow I feel nothing but dread in your gaze And your words are like shallow tombs A word from a rotting corpse, Its eyes hanging like the gallows you leave me on, Would breathe more life in