Why the dirty look?
Did you finally regret looking into your past?
The only one that understood you is dead,
and that is you.
You arrived at the sight in your backyard,
dressed in a dirty white dress with a dagger as a charm bracelet,
and with eyes in dire expression.
You dropped coldly to your knees,driving a harrowing dagger through my
delicate flesh.
With a fragile break of skin and a ghastly breath,
blood decorated the knife and your fingers were still wrapped tightly around
its structure.
My blood seemed to glisten when you were adorned in it,
drenched in the liquid that was once trapped inside the irreality of my
existence.
You stripped me of all reality and skinned me of all I was,
engraving your name in each one of my brittle bones.
While the thick,coarse beads of violet trickled down your arm and your
besmeared dress,
you rose to your feet, taking in the distinct scent of the crimson on your
hands.
A mourning tear escaped from your hollow blue eyes, as you dug the sharp
point into your heart.
Ruby red seeped into the white cloth,trimming the outline of the dagger.
Your face was ashen, dwindling of life and now empty of meaning,
Silently, you slipped in to the gleaming black sunset,
your lips stiff like the cracked concrete,your skin as pale as the fog.
The dying flames in your eyes finally smother in distress,
and burn out into lonely black ashes.
In my conscious, you whisper that where you exist is an isolated place of
nothingness and angst.
You say it's the hell that you always dreamed of once in mind,
you say to come and suffer from the reality,
savor one last breath with the person who loved me like a murderer revels
ending lives.
Disheartened and hopeless,
your sullen soul will forever await for the presence of another true love,
another mortal...
another victim of your passion.
 
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