I don't know what I want to call it yet

The slow, sudden kiss of death
Lurking upon my icey breath

I see the shadow up above
In the formation of broken love.

Bloody tears on the floor
My mind screaming "I want more."

Broken glass all around
No one there to make a sound.

Demon whispers in my ear
A sound only I can hear.

Roses falling from the sky
The time has come, I have to die.

Grab the knife and slit my throat
Now I'm covered in a bloody coat.

I fall to hell and look up high
Then I whisper a soft goodbye.

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