I am tangled in your noose,
Still breathing but not alive,
The further you loosen it,
The more I can feel my hands
stretching and yearning until
I
am
at
your
throat,
My fingers closing around the gap that lets you breathe
And the more you push me away
The more im stuck in these vines
And i can still breathe,
Barely
Because you're the one choking here,
In my grip

I know you're in pain,
And I could let go
But I don't want to
The vines feel good,
The death feels cool,
I am still tangled in your arms
as you perish in mine