Death of A Lover

Your icy breath, my aching spine.

Where your fake warmth adorns.

My heart beats heavy, slower in mourn

My love, only once upon a time.


The ghostly figure haunts.

The steel scissors slice through thread.

My only helpline. I fall in dread.

Just a deadly, dark taunt.


You are dead now,

and I killed you.

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