NOORISIT?

You... 
You are empty. Are again.
DID YOU NOT LIKE IT?
I drip a heart into your frozen blackness. A heart made of bile and sticky kindness.
And you? 
You spit it out like a child vomiting mother´s love.

You don´t laugh.
So I draw a red smile onto your stupid, smooth face.
A cut. A curve. 
And I smudge it.
Because you don´t want it. 
You never want what I want.

"Stay here yellow. Stay where you´re beautiful"
"OR AREN´T YOU?"
I throw colors at you like screams. 
Harsh. Flickering.

I am the meteor, you are the weeping firmament.
Take it!
TAKE IT!
But you writhe, trembling in your wooden frame like an animal that doesn´t want to be eaten.
Or do you?

"I gave you structure."
"I gave you madness."
"I gave you ME!"
And you? You just stayed silent.
Like a grave...
Like a truth hiding behind a grid of colors.

I scratch lines into your skin like words I have never spoken.
I whisper to you in pink
"You are my beloved"

I DRENCHED YOU.
And you? You took it like a dog.
Or didn´t you?
You don´t scream. So I scream:
"I AM YOUR GOD! I AM YOUR BUTCHER!"
And you just drip.

I strike with the brush as if it were a bone.
I draw a line, then kill it with a blot.
I tell you, you´re finished, then I change you.
Then I take everything from you again.

I splatter. I sabotage. I dominate.
I am not your painter. I am your tyrant.

You please me like this. Exactly like this. No, not like that.
Or do you?

I drew an eye, then scratched it out again
I gave you a galaxy and erased it with a snot stroke.
Because you´re no goddess.
You are my mud angel. My filthy universe.
Ungrateful canvas.
I gave you a soul and you didn´t want it.
But you´ll get it.
Again and again.
Untill you finally eat it!
Or won´t you?

You squirmed.
Not really.
But inside.
I felt it.
I felt you.
And you could do nothing. Because you are only what I let you to be.
Or aren´t you?

YOU.
There you are. Finally.
Scratched. Strangled. Chewed up.
And beautiful.
But not because you´re beautiful.
Because you suffered.
Or didn´t you?