My eyes are like your inkwells
Inkwells filled with black
Ink.
Filled.
Your ink.
Because when my inkwells overflow
And black tears of despair gush down my cheeks
And onto the bloody marks on my arms
These black mourning tears
Of grief
They are for YOU!!!!!

On the surface of
Each tear
I can see the image
Of a place I only find in my
Nightmarish, you-riddled dreams -
A field of black roses.
I walk in these
Roses of
Doom and despair
And feel their
Memories of heartbreak
Rub onto me.

In the field of Doomroses, there lies a
Princess.
Dead.
Like my heart.
Because you killed it.
This Princess, she is
Dead
And her dress of
Black
Silk spreads around her
Like an ocean of my tears
(Which is
Tomfoolery
Because I've cried so much more than just one
Ocean)

This Princess, this
Angel of hell,
Agent of my darkest fears,
The bottle of poison lies
By her side.
The black Doomroses
Pull at my ankles
(My scarred ankles,
Scarred because I fell for
You too hard)
"Go away!" I shriek.
"Leave me alone!!!"
I fall to the ground
Writhing.
In pain.
Pain, pain, too much pain...
Lady Pain becomes my dark mistress
And I bow to her rule.
I writhe.  
I open my
Eyes (your
Inkwells)
And catch a glimpse of
The Princess' eyes,
Open like mine are,
And I notice that they have
Been someone's inkwells
Too.

In her hand,
Joined to her
Paper-white arm by
Wrists as marred and
Scarlet as mine,
She clutches
Her
Broken heart.

It is
Broken
Into small broken
Shambles.

This sight marauds my
Conscience
And makes me
Plunge my own hand deep
Into
My own chest
And tear out my own
Heart and throw it
As if I were
Forcing you to
Eat it.
The still-pumping organ
Flies through the
Sky
Spattering me with droplets of
My own black blood.

I remember your face
And wish it were you being
Clothed in
Black blood right
Now, wish it were you who
Ate my heart rather than
The Doomrose field.

What did I do to
You?  I gave you
Everything you could have
Wanted, and you gave me a
Funeral shroud. I supported
You, with

"Do you want some
Viagra?"

"It's ok, I'm sure you don't always
Cook
That badly."

"That's your favorite actor?
He's kind of
A wackjob."

I supported
You and all you
Could do was
Say goodbye.
Ungrateful word.
Farewell.

"FAREWELL!!!!" I
Cry like a
Baby banshee
As I force the
Dagger you put in my
Hands when you walked
Away into my chest.
I watered it with my
Tears
And their midnight acid sting
Causes me pain.
Not as much
Pain
As you gave me,
Though.

Come, Lady Pain!

I enter mock death.

I awaken.

With no heart, I
Am now one of
Those fortunate souls
(But I have no soul;
I sold it to
You)
Doomed to wander
Forevermore.
We leave black bloody
Footprints behind us as
We tread through the
Field of  black roses.