your hand, a black velvet glove one a white lace lie
brushed the hair from my innocent eyes
as your poisonous red lips
stole the life from mine
you whispered in my ear
and i could hardly believe to hear
                                  "love is suicide, hold me as we fall together"
fall we did (no regards for consequences)
angels without wings (we left them on my apartment floor)
the wind lifting our hearts (more than our bodies)
as we rested in a pool of roses (a red and black affair....cliche?)
30 stories below
you've never looked so perfect
with a broken halo on your head
with our love on your lips
life reflected in your glassy eyes
no breathe to stir the living
as i fade to black