Somewhat Obscure

Dreaming blood red thoughts of you
Seeping from my ears, this scream of something true
You killed me once, but metaphorically,
and now you hold this blade to me

I'm excited by the thrill of this
yet, frightened this reality exists
I am quietly deliberating this motion
Do I fight for this life, or give in?

If I fight, I may lose my life
And have a kinky damned time
But if I give in, I surely die
Such a toss up, I can't decide

How about we make a pact?
We kill eachother on first contact?
That way no one will lose
and you know what it's like to step in my shoes

And then I won't be sad that I lost you
And you won't be sad at what you've come to
And we can die together on the floor...
A feeling so sane...yet somewhat obscure.