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Romanticized

I dream of suicide

with black roses and angels that cry

with perfect shadows

to lie in and whisper ever so

softly, tragically

Death’s poetry

reciting those words

with paradise in sight

How it hurts in heaven

Bewitching

Beguiling red poetry down my arms

down the drain

Irresistible-

Drain me of blood

You know I didn’t mean it

just wanted to be beautiful

You know I’m not serious-

that’s not my hand

that’s not my knife

that’s not my wrist

That’s not me-

an addict a slave

Drain me of blood

Regret-

and now I’m on my knees

begging Death for mercy

but somehow I knew

I always knew

This ends in tragedy

I’m not going to make it,

Am I?