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Every day

I sit outside your window

but you won't know

it's me

I try to discern your thoughts

discern your words

before they leave you lips

Every night

I watch you sleeping

but you won't know

it's me

I hover over you

listen to

the rhythm of your breath

touch your closed eyelids

and devour your dreams

What if you saw mine?

Holding your hands

above your head

as you writhe beneath me

and I cut out your heart

to keep for myself

Angel pray for me

but don't make a sound

Cover me with your

trembling wings

Sit back and let me

close your eyes

Don't you know

that I love you

I dug your grave

right next to mine

and we'll die hand in hand

you dressed in

shining angel's tears

me dressed in

shining black

But I brush your

golden hair back

from your face

and kiss you goodnight

with one hand on my knife

fingers caressing the blade

as I wait for you to wake

and look at me

with a dying angel's eyes