Please, Kill Me Now

Because it has blossomed into flat hell,
this fire-flower love of ours I barely knew.
I stumble, unable to continue
licking the sultry wounds of your spell.
So, please, kill me now.

It has left me sick for your biting grin,
or at least the rip and squeal as your claws inspect
my arms, pulling blues and reds to collect
a pile of suckling veins dripping and thin.
So, please, kill me now.

To say forsaken is too grand a word
for the spit in my eyes, you redden my past.
I am rotting, dropped from your poignant grasp
laying forgotten on the floor, my purpose blurred.
So, please, kill me now.