suicide lovers
your lips tasted
like danger
like death was
just around the
next corner
your tongue
danced in my
mouth like i
was the
unexpecting
victim
it was a cigarette
on the front porch
the sad reminder
that suicide lovers
will never get a
storybook ending
so many years ago
now we’re flirting
with death while
burning every damn
bridge along the way
sometimes sorrow
is all we can get
by with
like any fucking
fool
we’ll turn it into
something that
someone will
think of as
art
Horror Sleaze Trash 