When a relationship dies
The victim is not always
The one left behind

Sometimes the better half
Innocent and naive
Is the one holding the blade

After being stabbed
Countless times til nearly dead
They have the right to live

When both brutal options
End in blood and homicide
Their forced decision is life

Only one heart remains alive
To bear the shame of pain on the knife
It wasnt the good part who deserved to die

He was selfish and suffocating
She stayed true always stifling
Screams that swallowed her soul

The inflicter of secret wounds
Now has his own cuts to bear
Fatal yet deserving

Murdered by the angel
Too scarred to be recognized
By wounds he readily dealt

Changed into a phantom, only choice;
**** what caused her death inside
Her best friend, a beautiful corpse

His undead body moves
She put out the fire in his eyes
Though both ghosts stopped breathing

They unwillingly survive