The great perversion

I fall down, and you smile at me like a serial killer admiring his lunch.
I shut my eyes, while you tell me to listen to the sound of a heart stopping.
I cry in my hands, and you laugh at a joke from afar.
I look up to the sky, and the rain feels like spit.
I look into a photograph, and the faces once smiled now cries.

I look into your eyes, and I see how the Earth died in them.
I look into the distance, and you tell me this is for real.
I smile, and I tell myself that I belong to you.
I reach out to you, and you slice my wrists the wrong direction.
I gnaw my teeth into fangs, and stand above you worse than you were.