Love

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Love......Afunny thing it can be to some.

Painful to others, but for me.

For me it was his life, the blood that ran thru your viens.

The blood on the floor, next to you laying there on the cold ivory white floor.

Not a breath, but a simile.

Knife still in hand

Rubbing it all over my face,as if you have had kissed me once more.

Knowing that this love, this warm feeling is forever.

Kissing your cold lips, feeling so warm.

Forever running in my viens that red sweetness I licked off my lips.

Beyond death

The cold white ivory floor with the red river running in its tiny cracks, as the lines in my hands.

I dive into them

Bathe in it you say from blue lips

As your eyes turn white without life

Washing away my sins in it

No greater feeling then sticky warmth

But the feeling of you in me, turns me into something else

The blood all over me

No other, no other can be or feel this good

I am bound to you forever, for me it will never be over.

I will never fine someone like you.

I sing to you, as I dress your cold lifeless body

As I caress your gray face ,once with such pink colors

Kiss your blue lips, that once had so much passion

Forever you will be mind

Love, a funny thing it is you said,

I told you I was no good

That you wouldn't be able to leave,

Now,

Now you never will go

I love you as I whisper you name

Forever you be under my bed

Near to me, next to me, where I can see you forever.

My love, death will not part us.

I wake to your beating heart in the night.

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