Searching for hope.
Searching through his tattered clothes.
Looking for his heart and soul.
Flooding my hand in his blood.
Scratching at the surface of hell.
Taking his wrist and cutting it with a rusted blade.
Cutting my the same way.
Clasping his dead hand, raising it just a bit from insanity.
Forever mine.
Forever yours.
Forever in love.
I cry with what I have done to the both of us.
Purity.
Clarity.
My rarity.
I fade into the darkest dream.
I see you and I don't even realize its you.
You've grown weaker and sinister.
Most sickly looking, now I know where I have went wrong.
I fell in love.