Will... will you ever really understand the things you did to me?
Embracing your body, my hands quickly make slits,
where they touch bloody holes- the incisons' intent
to bleed out your blackened soul.
Will... will, when I embrace in my unsold arms,
have you cough only to find my blade pressed upon your flesh?
The wounded metal ripping through your clothes.
When, I take hold of you in my arms- will you lay upon me your last breath,
realizing I sliced open your back?
On my shoulder your failing body grows heavy but I won't let you fall.
And the irony- it's funny.
You'll grope about for a support, a friendly hold
only to find the knife entrenched between my shoulder blades.
With newly heightened senses, from the closing in cold- here's what your fingers running across the blade's handle told, "I love you, and forever more..."
Upon the death of both bodies there will be a marriage of the two souls.
Embracing your body, my hands quickly make slits,
where they touch bloody holes- the incisons' intent
to bleed out your blackened soul.
Will... will, when I embrace in my unsold arms,
have you cough only to find my blade pressed upon your flesh?
The wounded metal ripping through your clothes.
When, I take hold of you in my arms- will you lay upon me your last breath,
realizing I sliced open your back?
On my shoulder your failing body grows heavy but I won't let you fall.
And the irony- it's funny.
You'll grope about for a support, a friendly hold
only to find the knife entrenched between my shoulder blades.
With newly heightened senses, from the closing in cold- here's what your fingers running across the blade's handle told, "I love you, and forever more..."
Upon the death of both bodies there will be a marriage of the two souls.
