Tw // blood
Drowning in your words, suffocating never sounded so pleasant before.
Cannot recall the words, my gaze consolidated on your lips,
A thirst and sought-out for an expectancy of feeling them, therefore.
But from the tone of your sonance, where you get louder,
My heart deafens me, for my sane, to bear attribution of you sobbing for.
You cry, until unconsciousness takes over. I kiss you, and embrace you, only to say,
"Forgive me, mi amor." I pull out the knife from your chest and watch the blood pour.
