You tasted like ink the first time
I kissed you
poision in my mouth
the sweet elixir in my lungs
the blackness on my tounge
the taste of my sin like angelic dust
I pull my hands up
to pull you off
you smile wickedly at me
the enchantment of your words put me to sleep
the ink is so sweet consuming my heart
turning into a hole, a beatless heart
I can feel the coldness of the gun
it sweeping into my head
you whisper sweet things in my ear while pulling the trigger
It's so quick and painless
as I watch myself die
seeing the blood mix in with the ink
as it slow turns into a heart at the end of the door
the taste was worth it
as I lick my lips clean of ink
