Wouldn't death be beautiful,
It calls me now,
I must go.

the scars on my wrist, they never lasted
it's as if they knew they were vulnerable

yet every little line of hate is visible on my thigh
it's as if they knew they were a well kept secret

unconditionally
my love for you runs
like a river through my veins
a rush to my head
a pain that's not a pain

you are as beautiful as the stars
i just hope you're not as fleeting

I was always told to avoid drugs at all costs,
but what about the one that brushed its fingers against my neck?
that got me addicted with words
injected itself into my bloodstream via soft, slow lips
how do I stay away from the slickest poison of all,
the poison that has poured heated breaths into my ears
left dark bruises in unseen places on my chest.
how can I avoid the hallucinogen I love most,
what do I do to avoid you?