My weary eyes widened when


Your silver tongue slits my pale neck


Thus, I sank my fangs below your ear to


suffice my blood drunk.


As the edge of your dagger trod back and forth on my skinny wrist.


Dead as the night.


Where the moon sheds her aging skin as I peel my own.


We were occupied with such ardor


like a peculiar kind of intimacy.


~


I turned away after that,


Left you with the aftermath


I faced the light to cast a shadow


where you chose to dwell and


might as well make perforations on my back.


She said she loves me


but all I ever felt was antipathy


~


If I can just sew my lips to my inner most thoughts to


obviate myself from forming a lie


But, I can’t.


You said ‘sing to me sweet’, so I sugarcoated every

word that came out from my fraudulent mouth


I was just in it for the thrill.


~


The stars I put up in your sky were fake


Life is nothing but a masquerade and


you didn't fell for a prince charming.


Because the rainbow I showed you was just the smoke from my

Sobranie.