Romancing Death

We used to cut our wrists
With the sharp words
Of tortured souls

Back then you were a dreamer
Your visions for life shine brighter
Than the sun

And yet with every night
The life flowed from your veins 
And the shimmer in your eyes
Dulled to a soft glow

And every night
You grew a little less strong

We grew a little less strong

You sought a romance I could not give
I could not give to you

Your gaze shifted elsewhere
As you stepped off the edge
of that knife
And fell deeper and deeper

Into death's icy embrace

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