Oh sweet mother of mine

Malevolent is your every move
And your hand twitches to make my jaw flinch 
From you ‘loving’ touch
Your embrace smothers me
in a burnt ebony -crimson blaze that 
Jazzes in the vivacity of your eye
But your hands do not discolor my collar
Or crumble my skin with your
‘Beautiful scars’
But I am yours
And you are mine
Is there so such thing
As a honest suicide?