You turned away
As soon as the gunmen broke in
And you made a quick exit
As the executioners shot at my head
Piercing screams and deep bullet holes
Eyes wide with fear and mouth agape
Blood trickling out
Skull cracking against the floor
The lifeless specks of grit
Escaping through the clefts
Of my cold stiff fingertips
We’ll keep this to ourselves
It stays buried underground
In the ancient wine cellar
As a phantom that never emerges
From his eternal subversive dungeon
No one will ever know
Guard our dirty little secret
Don’t utter a word
And I wont let a mumbled confession
Pass through my corrupted lips
Moons revolve past the suns
The shadowed skeletons forgotten
Until a hasty stumble hurls you back
Return to me, lover
And smell the potent scent
Of my rotting flesh and umbra
Inhale it deeply
Embrace it in your lungs
Let it poison your conscious
And devour your mind
Lest it drag you back to that night
Where the story there unfolds
My voice cannot rise from within the pages
And wisp around the lobes of those who are near
But your dying shrieks will give you away
And they’ll be my witness to the twelfth stroke of midnight
No one will ever discover your limp and pale white body
But you’ll be placed next to me
Encased in a matching tomb
As with sweethearts that should be
We’ll decay and corrode together
You more than I
And in your vain attempt to finish me off
It is you that will truly die
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