Death of A Lover
Feb 24, 2017 · 1 min read
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.
