My hands are wrapped around your throat,
gripping tightly as I squeeze the life from you,
with your eyes fixated upon my chest,
where my heart used to be.
Your frequent gasps struggle to keep you afloat,
as you change to the most beautiful shade of blue,
I always found this to be you at your best,
when you are down to your knees.

Don't resist and don't fight,
for only I can remove my hands from your neck,
to peel them away would be a burden,
when it is so much easier to just let you die.