Everywhere I turned
I saw her.
She became death.
Hunted me with visions
Hidden within bladed objects
The sweet release of steel on skin
Brought me that much closer with her.
Her voice begged me to pick up the bottle
It's the only way I could feel her pain
And numb my own.
Soon death with take me
I already feel the cold chills pour from my vains.
I'll be Hand and hand with my love again soon enough.