Snow falls to the ground on that winter night.
Blood flows like a broken bottle of wine down her arms.
She bled out right there on the floor.
Finally free of the torture, collapsed veins and broken mirrors.
I wouldn't wish this hell on anyone but me.
Blood on the carpet, winter murders silently.
And on the night you died I thought of suicide.
You bloody mess you were all I had.
Alone with a dead girl in my room.
A red flower that started to bloom.
Killed by the winter wind
scars all across her skin
Her eyes wide open but they never move.
The sickness will always win.
A growing stampede of white horses beneath her skin
Driven by fear, conquered by pain.
A dozen black roses buried with her remains.
You were my last drop of sanity.
A fragile sphere of vanity.
I remember you leaned in close, said it would be alright.
Whatever happens our love will never die.
Rest in fucking peace.
Come to me in darkness.
Come to me with burning light.
"What a fucking waste of time"
I said as I walk the streets alone.
I breath in deep, that cold night air.
The city lights are just a blur now.
As I make my way down to the harbor.
My hands shake uncontrollably as I write my final goodbye.
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