Ravish in Red

These demons pile up
In the corner of my suitcase,
Silently they sit,
But not without bite.
I close my eyes in destitution.
For what I cannot see,
Simply does not cease to exist.

You've aborted your body
A body which did your soul great justice.
I premeditated no malice,
But drew ravish in the red.
You are my prize trophy,
And will soon find company.

One by one they'll look at you,
Everybody loves death.
They'll miss you only now you're gone,
though your lingering memories are unwelcome.
I love you more than ever;
Eyes wide open, but certainly latent.

They could not recognise your porcelain face
But the rotting stench of severation was enough.
The blackness of asphyxiation painted salty dewdrops in the masses.
Nothing from me but cachinnation ensued.
Laughter to your non-existence.
And do
Empathise with me in this divine moment,
One that is sempiternal.

Your scream is silent and falls on the deaf ears,
Of death beds.
How you got here, they shan't ascertain.

Go ahead and tell me how ill I am.
Ill-informed, ill-intentioned,
Mentally ill.
I cannot and will not,
heed warnings from the dead.