Our love was marked by the kiss of death.
From the night we met,
it held us captive.
Ever so....
slowly,
you sunk your teeth into me.
Steadily,
surely,
you drained me
of my own life.
Devoid,
Decrepit
I became.
But the more the light drained from my eyes,
I knew it was giving life
to you.
Endlessly, I would have endured my own pain,
for you alone.
Yet you soon began to see me not as a host of life,
but rather a corpse that remained,
so you left me
to rot.
Six feet under
I will always remain,
until my last dying breath,
in hopes that you might one day join me,
in my Elysium.