"Silver's Lust Of His Lover Red In Black"

* entered in ML's 'if colors could speak" comp    
     
     
I'm not my brother.. with so many shades in between    
 he's faded; unlike him, I..      
whom reflect wet gray, shining a gleam that strays mean    
 as sharpened shards of a mirror    
are viewed carving and skewed    
 a shattered puzzle to shred and nuzzle the spattered dead    
     
should I be shearing scissors? .. honed so sharp    
 or a spear against the pallid skin and bone?      
stab and sob .. silver glint .. I sever skin    
 stab and sob .. sliding deep I'm in, she weeps wet excited    
sly sin I grin, incited lunacy, I know she shouts    
 our sex begins .. dinner and a show without    
     
I penetrate, drawing rose ribbons in an arch    
 gushing blush broke from a parched throat    
releasing my lover, she jukes and jerks in hurting    
 melds with a slow flow, with a slippery thirst    
leaping and seeking my life's love .. beneath quivering feet    
 she cries, coagulates and congeals      
puddled pool of bright danger .. in spoiled melancholic folly    
 she's freed, but reveals upon my sharp edge    
     
shining cling-clanging metal hell    
 silver chiming bells ching and ring    
stark decadence in a frozen fear fling    
 sinner and a flow cold as winter wind with snow    
fallen angel I am, lover blood I understand    
     
betrayed, thirty pieces stained before    
 tells of my blood lust of red, well known in lore    
symbolic dawn, as she bleeds time's demon love    
 my chalice shines bright with divine blood    
three times crowing.. cloaked in black    
 robe of crucifixion in crimson her last