driving through the memories of what we once a had, as I stare in your eyes I'm starting to see why I want the sweet breath of death on my neck, a pain of love, drawing as cold as the heart of a sociopath. charisma ,and the delicate touch of life draining the breath from my freezing cold spirit...

the only fire I ever knew is gone like the sweet touch of your lips to mine. suicide so cleshay, but the only thing I wish I could do is, just to have you hold me one more time like I was the only thing that mattered. laughter and passion chasing you through our house,
like we were the last two people on this fucked up planet. your Passion draining night by night. Hell was once a fear I had, but now I have felt the utter helplessness and dread, as you fail to want my hands sliding down your body,
why this is happening I will never understand, I hope to die next to you, gun pushed firm against my fucking skull at the end of our bed,
staring at the pictures of our life, like a funeral of memories that fail to mean a thing to you, pace the bedroom floor... guts, turning inside out, who to blame sickened and becoming hopelessly insane!
. dropping to my knees god why mother fucker why barrel back against the skull note in place,
memories pulsing through my mind like the flicker real of a 8mm film. laughter, pain, happy, sad.  Hammer cocked, bullet chambered,  hand trembling, fuck praying it don't do shit.

One last look into the face of my sweet demise,
My reason to Live, becomes my reason to die.. I shake you awake, fear and worry falls across your face,( you did this) chambered gun falls to my chest, bullet, clips the heart. dying slowly you hold me, one Last time, like I was your world, tears drench my face. my cold trembling body never felt so warm I love you why you mean it for once. to die loved, or live alone.