Strangers Kill

A stranger is killing me.

When I take the first breath of fresh air of the day and you're the first thing on my mind- I'm dying

When my soul lusts, aches and yearns for- for your love, the love of a stranger-

I'm dying

When we see each other but pretend we're strangers-

I'm dying

When I reminisce of the times when we were in pure bliss and ecstasy-

I'm dying

When your harsh words engrave the surface of my skin-

I'm dying

When I'm alone and the light of the stars, moon and sun shine down on me -

I'm dying

When I feel fatigue from my river of tears for a stranger-

I'm dying

When I try my hardest to be perfect for you- you , just another stranger-

I'm dying

When the darkest hour of the night has come and you're the last thing on my mind-

I'm dying

When I take the last breath of the day and realise I'm a beautiful creation- without you. I was just hurting myself, playing a lame game with a stranger.

Every lash, every curve, every crook adorn to my body is perfection-

I'm living without you.

Let your inner death slip away and set free your soul.

Perfection should never be an enemy but a friend to the soul.