Death at loves first sight.
Would you,
Bleed in my cup of ink?
Be the words I poetically disguise as false truth
Decorate my paper with your melancholic scent
It is in your agony I find delight
Though not for long
You abuse my creativity until a fire sends flames soaring across the sky.
Without your kiss engraved upon my lips there is nothing left to ignite.
I feel it now
My soul slowly begins to...
Die.