Empathy

When they lose control, blood boils in my empathetic veins and in my sympathetic pains

Lava spills out of my fingers and colors the end of my cigarette

I fight the darkness like decay seduces a crow and still an open window awakes my skin each morning

Evil drags her claws through honey colored sunshine that illuminates my cloudy Tuesdays

She tells me to drag nails down my legs so that I don’t take a knife to the man sitting next to me, trying to push his boundaries

I may see the purest side of the sun, dripping through my eyelids like the gold eyeshadow that stains my fingertips,

But my eyes see the shadows that linger under the black, colorless trees of night.

The darkness likes to caress me like a dirty whore desperate under a sightless moon

She cries as she sees through cloudy blue eyes because she knows

Knows that I have the darkest cape of the kingdom and yet I curtesy for lords and ladies like a make believe princess,

Hating the ones brave enough that play the villains.