My rosebud lips, red, were my favourite appeal as the girls envied them and the boys impatiently waited to chance upon them.But they said you were the lucky one and even I thought so, until...until I saw your demons surfacing slowly, killing what we shared called love.My love was getting stronger but I didnt notice my breaths weakening.Two hearts, one soul breaking into pieces and I could see loves charm fading until it vanished completely.Now my lips no longer have that red, pulpy, luscious sheen.My eyes were losing their charm and in their place developed dark blotches underneath them.You know why? 'Cause my blood was being drained every night stealthily, by the red, oozing, ghastly patterns I drew on my arms.That way you see, I expressed my pain.when your demons broke free, they also unleashed and liberated mine.And now , here I am bleeding...bleeding to death, for you love.
