Darling,
Where do I start?
I love you.
It’s that simple, but it's not.
Darkness,
It courses through my veins.
How can I ever love someone like you?
Death,
It's all around me.
I don't fear the Grim Reaper;
He doesn't fear me.
A kinship,
A cross which,
I've been forced to bear.
In exchange for my fragile mortality.
Sometimes,
The world in which we live,
Seems to be a place,
Which people like you and I,
Were never meant to go.
With blood and ink,
I asked you the undying words:
What fools these mortals be?
I urge you to sip my blood,
Love my freedom,
End this war,
Which I'm fighting,
In body and spirit,
for all eternity.
My soul,
Is a battleground
Full of darkness,
Misgivings,
With a bright,
Wonderful soul,
Which has been locked away,
So it doesn't shatter me again.
Venomous words
Sour my tongue.
The bitter pills,
I swallow,
Have forever bound me to you;
Bound me to my prison.
With blood for ink,
Ink for blood,
I silently offer you
that which you'll
Never have:
My heart,
which is as big
as the ocean,
Black as night.
You'll never know that,
For which, I can never speak.
