Awake but dreaming of bliss,
How it never seems undeniable
4am solitude smoking half priced cigarettes
The trace of blood on the stone cold parquet
The lingering sensation of the blade touching her skin like sunlight after years of darkness
This is what contentment felt like.
Never knew what love was until he drowned me in it
10ft below existence,
No escape, no way out
The only way of surviving was to let him be my anchor
Our love was like a black rose which he handed to me
The thorn cut my finger like snow in mid December
I should have known.
His pure existence made me insane
The thought of eternity was reassuring and terrifying at the same time.
Everything was in shades of grey,
With a sense of familiarity and amenity
Death was a resolution but he was my escape.
I should have known.
I was dead.
