oh to be the envelope that holds your letters,
your letters that will,

eventually,

*******,

u
n
d
o
n
e.

broken,
ripped at the seams,
soon to be disgarded.

He held the gun up to her forehead, and told her to sing for him for the last time,
With trembling hands, and her voice shaking with fear she sang.

'You are my addiction,
You are my love.
You are the poison,
That fills my lungs,'

He collapsed on the ground beneath him, as he held on to one last fleeting thought.

You are my addiction,
You are my love.
You are the poison,
That fills my lungs.

Then he grabbed her hand, that held the promise of their lives together. Then he sang.

'You were the poison
inhale
That filled my lungs.'
exhale

Then, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

It was on top of me like a force begging to be reckoned with.

It crushed into me, bleeding into me, as I bled into it.

Red, so bold against the black & white of this world.

Was this my fault?
My doom.

I was dead.
She was dead.

But then she clawed her way up from the dead,
Seeping our of my skin, with every breath taken.

The heat was suffocating.

G u t t e d    w o r d s
Hang in the air,
Filling my lungs,
With the weight of despair.

Dragging me to the edge;
Of my mentality.
Tainted by bile,
Existing, gripping the ledge.

Staring
D
O
  W
   N
Into the deep, immense void.
Leaning over,
D
R
  O
   P
    P
    I
      N
       G
my crown.

Fallen from the heavens like Lucifer,
and sunken to the path where the heavens meet hell..

Two unlikely lovers meet.