Liar

I'm sinking in the sands of weariness
It said this was the only path to solace
Tightening stomach knots constrict
And I descend quickly beneath it
The grainy darkness covering my head now
As my lungs collapse and wither under such lovely pressure
My fingers reaching towards heaven--like young, emerald grass
I can feel you, though my final breathes are escaping
How sad, the treason my body inflicts
Your fingers bind and intertwine, it's like magic
Joined and bringing me out of the suffocating shadows
I'm gasping, greedily taking in the invisible nectar
You trace my ribcage with delicate fingertips like an artist
And once again my lungs are filled with sweet intoxication
The pain still lingers in my hollowed mind
Echoes without a voice to carry
Lips pressed against mine
Your kisses are as delicious as razorblade scars
Razorblade
So familiar, yet confusing all the same
I asked for your name and held out my hand
Such a sinister grin, love
Why?
You reply with a silk tongue
I go by, Suicide, my melancholy darling
Knees give way and memory serves
And there's that drip-drop symphony
My wrist are crying and I brought no comfort
Suicide...you lied.