you're the kind of love
that makes me reach into the dark
and accidentally grasp
onto what I think is your heart...

what I thought was your heart
is really just a snake...
a snake (that is indeed alive, unlike our love) that wraps it's life around my heart
and suffocates me
until I can't reach
into the dark
and can't open my eyes to glance at your silhouette over me.
maybe I imagined you during my death... or maybe you actually did 'love me enough' (or so you said)
to watch me gasp for air
but you just watched...
but hey, I guess it's okay. leave me in my tombstone.
no visits are permitted to you.
thank you for your love (not really)