• The words which uttered from your cool lips
    Now mourn by my side,
    The ink running through the paper prison
    To lie with their creator
    Until you rise again to give them life once more.
    The remarks which held you
    Caressed your skin
    Now bite into your rotting flesh
    Revealing their true nature.
    They are the chains
    Which held you down below them,
    Which dangled you for all to intoxicate with their venom of hatred.
    The wood which held you ignited,
    Like the sky in anger that all was lost.
    The deceit still holds you,
    Licking at the porcelain heart
    It presses hard to crack you like I once did.
    Your heart has stopped beating
    But I can hear it echoing around me.
    Its crimson sound caressing my ears
    Begging me to go on,
    To return here,
    To live for you.
    It taunts me,
    Lurking in every alcove, until I fall
    And finally lay by your side.
    Until I suffer the fate- which I forced upon you ...

    With three simple words


    “I love you”