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i still love the way you gently put me on fire.

i let you make me bleed.

did you notice the black liquor oozing out of my lips?

how far would you have gone had i not run away?

they found me there a few days after, shattered.

i had seen the lopsided grin on your face then...

are your hands still bleeding?

let me kiss them?

away, i wonder if you would have loved me had my skin not bled when pierced.

the blood is still dripping,

my skins still burn;

i recall how you smiled all the while you were close.

i still remember how it felt.

don't you?

i throw back my head and laugh when i realize that you would never walk the streets without me looming upon your aging body.

do you know?

there is a voice in your head which talks to me.

he says i look pretty in this black gown;

and he crawls back to me.

when will you come too?

don't worry, honey.

the poison tasted sweet.

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