The taste of wine on her lips, the only reason you're not alone tonight.
Alone in this dark room, you would die tonight.
The way you clasp your cold hands between your knees as the feeling returns, a reminder of why
you should never touch a frozen heart, but there's peace in the quiet when the lord speaks.
There's something in your mind that compels you to hurt those who care most about you.
There'll be nothing left to care about soon, for now at least you have your goodbyes and the memory of how she smiled when she lay.... under the sheets.
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