The jagged edges of you words rip through me,
And my blood spills with a relentless force.
You watch as I take my last breaths,
Apologizing for soaking your shoes in my filth.

A crowd gathers at the scene,
Where you're exposed for what you are '
Unmasked of that charming fa'ade,
Standing naked in the light of the hideous truth.

They tell me I should hate you for this.
And maybe they're right.
But how do you hate your very heart?
Even when you're heart has stopped loving you.

A chilling blackness is creeping.
I can feel it now; beckoning.
The world is growing dim.
Or perhaps I'm the one that's fading.

You bend down; gently brush back my hair '
Frayed strands now burnt by the sparks on your fingertips.
There's something terrifying in those eyes, in that cutting stare.
But God, you're still so beautiful to me.

'Can't you see that I'm dying for you? If you just want to, you can save me.'
'I don't,' replies the velvet voice that, even now, sounds sickingly sweet.
You hold a mirror up to my face and the last thing I see
Are the vacant eyes of a stranger looking past me.