Carve your name into my skin.
The lacerations open as she drags the glass down my arm,
Leaving the shard stained in blood.
The air grows cold.
I couldn't bear it.
Stained in blood.
I couldn't bear it.
The air grows cold.
I couldn't bear it.
I couldn't bear reality.
In this empty house, slowly bleeding out.
Her tongue caresses the open wound,
I feel her hands wrap around my neck.
Her tongue caresses the open wound,
I feel her hands wrap around my neck.
Her tongue caresses the open wound, I feel her.
Bringing a sense of stillness,
The wind passes through the broken window above
As I suffocate to death.
