your eyes call to me
through gazes of agony
it shakes me to my core
until what little soul i have left
has been torn asunder.
no sound now as i scream, just hollow nothingness.
as the breath dissipates it scrapes my throat
i guess i should be so lucky to still feel
pain

remorse and guilt cant weigh you down
not when youre so high up.
the killing time approaches and
my bloods to be on your hands.
it shall run down in rivulets like tiny red streams.
fear never grips me in my final hour
i want it already. maybe you'll finally be happy

what happened exactly
that made you kill me?
you once called me lover,
soon they'll call me cadaver.
at least once im departed we'll finally
have something in common.
we'll both be dead.

fuck. theres no such thing as forever