You came to me dressed in shadows, Lips like wine and eyes like graves. Your touch-a curse I begged to borrow, A storm I'd choose through tidal waves.
You whispered love like it was poison, A kiss that bled through every vein. Each breath we shared, a slow corrosion, Each sigh-divine, delicious pain.
I wore your name like rusted armor, You carved your vows in midnight skin. We danced on graves of old desires, And made the dark our sweetest sin.
If this is love, then let it drown me. Let roses bloom from where bled. For though your love may one day damn me-I'd rather hell than feel you dead.
