She wears cyanide upon her lips…
That burns sweet nothings onto his bleeding lips.
She’s sits atop him watching him die, her viper black hair brushing his clouding gray eyes.
They were fooling around upon the cold stone-bed, somewhere deep within a mausoleum’s web,
When he broke the promise he professed never to break—
To fall in love with the girl he wanted her to be, a girl who wasn’t obsessed with the joys of death.
The manic girl had him tamed, without succumbing to the true desires of his worldly manners.
How foolishly wrong she was, to find a mate who’d understand her darkly needs.
Now he’s gone, her taste burning through his soul like the vapor of a volcano,
To be buried along with the others resting under the forgotten tombstones.
Dragging his smiling corpse behind her, through the midnight graveyard, thinking solemnly,
Should she have been smiling, while he was dying?
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Lover#12…Scotty Keagan. Will she ever find that special someone?
>[Picture source: Venomous Poison by ~DarthHoney]<
The sound of laughing glass.
…it starts where the end has left off.