Metaphors for the ones who burn

4/5 - X-RAYS

I don't notice as they kill me over time
As the X-Rays keep entering my skin
I thought I would feel them...
I know now I was naïve

You don't see the rays.
They're as imaginary
As trust or faith
Until the cancer grows
And the fruit is ripe

Love indeed, was always an X-Ray
You don't feel it
Until you've spent all your time ignoring it
Only to realize the cancerous apple in your heart

It's not hard to
Give you the cancer you deserve
Your heart a hearth of sweet honey
Woodpeckers prying your chest for nectar

The apple of your heart is
The very sweetness that
Drives hornets to sting
And perish in the process
The same sweetness that
Sirens sing sailors to Southward sea
That same very sweetness which
Crucifies my own tender heart
And causes blood to drip from
My fresh pumping wounds

Your heart is more beautiful
Than your voice which is more
Beautiful than your heart.

I would die to cover the sins of your past
I would throw myself off a bridge
With a rugged rope 1-inch thick
Bristling my strong neck
As I travel from this world
Toward Hades himself

I may never have mankind to die for
like Christ
But I have that sweet apple which lies in your chest
Which has grown due to my care
Which is all I care about now
I have watered your terrible soul
With the most intense radiation known to man
In hopes of one day satisfying your terrifying desires
For you as to keep your hands clean

If it is your wish
I would steal both of our heartbeats
And offer them to God
Never telling you that the
Chainsmoker who chooses
The intermediary flame to kill
Ends a Mindful Tree
Same as the one who
Uses rugged rope to cut their life off

However,
She knows what she wants
And thinks what she deserves
Yet through Christ
What she wants is not what she deserves
anymore

Nonetheless,
She knows what she wants.

It's not hard to
Give you the cancer you deserve
And you
Enjoy giving me
The same cancer
Which kills
Us both

The X-Ray
Is almost complete
One last breath
On each end.