By tabbi and i.
return my heart when i am dead
my hand on your throat,
let me take your breath away.
my heart turns cold,
my eyes catches yours
killing you softly, killing you slow.
you stare at me,
i no longer smile,
and i know the bleeding isn’t mine now.
drip, drip, drip
seems familiar, doesn’t it?
what was once mine is now yours to keep.
i wear a bottle of your blood around my neck
to remind me of the days we had,
with me knowing that you are dead
though you are gone
i’ll still be singing the same sad song
feeling your spirit as it lingers on.
you’re still buried in my backyard..