"Almost Painful Sweetness" by Kirsty ´Chibs´ Morrison

Sweet…almost, cloying and thick,

Filling my senses, almost making me sick,

Yet…I’m addicted to this knife-edge sensation,

Clouded by sweetness and infatuation,

I can’t…I won’t…couldn’t…

Lost my way…shouldn’t…

White, my hand, whiter still your skin,

The red smeared across my throat like sin,

Sharp pain followed by a feeling like a breeze…

…Flowing over…sun…red…please…

Sweetness mixed with pleasure mixed with pain,

I promise each time it won’t happen again,

Despite the slowing of my pulse, the pain in my throat,

I still feel that sweetness like a singular note…

And again I arrive on the edge of the abyss,

Staring straight at death…staring at this…

And you pull me back, like always, back into the light,

Don’t allow me more than a glimpse of your world of night.

And every time I beg you to let me be like you,

Let me. Please. Let me have this sweetness too.

Then you always ask the question that bleeds me dry,

How do I know that you won’t just let me die?

One day you will go to far, or I know you not at all,

But will it be love or hunger that makes you let me fall?