I like staring at the moon
during the cold and lonely nights
because I know that someone, somewhere
is staring at it too.
And I know, deep inside, that I'm not alone.
At least I like to think that way.

*She was a shadow in the night,
her skin seemed blue under the pale moonlight.
She had her eyes full of hope and sadness.

Do me a favor
and devour me whole.
I'm so sick
of being torn apart
from the inside out,
but you're in my ******* veins.
You're consuming
my every thought
and eating me alive.
Please
destroy me.

She's so beautiful,

she's got a lovely sad smile,

she's so nice,

but she's dead inside.

I fell in love with your shiny green eyes,
I remember how bright was your smile.
You used to hold my hand softly,
as if I was a porcelain doll about to break.

Just one year has passed
and your eyes look dead.
I've never seen such a fake smile,
I need to take a breath.

It hurts like hell seeing your scars,
and how your lips have turned blue.
I wish I could just go back in time,
but there's nothing I can do.

Your skin is so pale,
just like the sheets of this hospital bed.
I'm still shocked by the news,
I'm afraid of what I can lose.

Your arms are covered by bandage
and I wish it was me,
but I'm just here crying
because they told me you're dying.

Closer she got pulled,
her body now leaning on his,
dancing with grace,
to the symphony of melancholic haze.

Chest to chest,
her heartbeats so apace,
dancing with him placidly,
trying to keep her breathing awake.

Staring into each others eyes,
icy-blue and stormy grey,
his seemed dead, hers so radiant,
both so different, yet so interlaced.

He was a mystery she just met,
totally oblivious of his true intent,
for he was the devil in disguise,
and she was the prey he wished to torment.

A kiss was shared,
her soul he stole,
his lips like morphine,
knocked her out cold.

The story of a gay and a ******* that got married.  
He did it to hide himself and she did it to show off something she never had.
Encouraging, don't you think?
They wore so good masks that one day they felt real,
what a shame they were made of porcelain.