One last kiss
I steal of your lips
tender touch of your
weakening grip
And it drips from my wrist
trailing your cheek
eyes in a gaze
escaping of weak
Tears fill our eyes
but cry not of this life
we are giving ever so
graciously as sacrifice
Tainted by truth
consumed by our lust
I give you this blade
with abounding love
For tonight we die
in eachother's arms
This beautiful death
ever welcoming and warm
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