When did the time arrive? When did she die to you?
Everyone loses and everyone grieves.
Before the choke, a weak-minded fool was born.
He was born empty handed, because she held the blade… and she cut her skin to give way to real and actual pain.
A dark story writer—believer in some made-up catastrophe.
And choking her pale would tell the rest of his pathetic False. Fucking. Fairy Tale.
And it's written like this…
Carved into your forehead and bled, so it spells, "Weak minded-fool,” so everyone can tell that your skin amounts to the value of this homeless grave.
You belong here, until a person of worth takes your place.
Even as dead as you are you will never save face.
You'll be forgotten the minute after the soil fills your lungs.
And the words that you wrote will never be sung by the angels that shove you face first into the flames.
She will bleed your neck with the blade so that you choke and die in her eyes just the same.