Your lips, covered by the taste of sweet, sweet caramell.
(only to hide the poison, killing me softley)
Your eyes, as cold and blue as the icey oceans, like gates waiting to be opened up waiting for the light to shine through you, forevermore promising happiness.
(Gates are there to lock the daggers.)
Promises mean everything, but nothing at all.
(I love you)
Your subtle words, like an arrow stabbed through my heart, leaving me paralized, are poison to my tear ducts, making them empty themselfs out...
(Even though this is happiness, It won't last forever.)
Slowly, your touch, so addicting, spreading the drug that is you all over my body, leaving the hangover that is your scent on my sheets.
(The intoxicating scent working its way through my body, leaving me weak with hunger...)
Hunger for more.
Later, I find myself in the corner of my bathroom.
Anger and frusturation drip down my cheeks.
(Betrayal)
I find the razor working its way down my river of underground blue streams. They turn an entirely opposite color as they hit the air of this world.
(Much like when I met you.)
The razor left it's marks on my once perfect porcelain skin, leaving it red and covered in scars.
As I see you holding her, whispering the same poison, over and over again in my mind, things in the real world get hazy, and fade to black.
Love is the slowest form of suicide
