It’s all in the morning after
We’ve bled to the death from the veins.
We’ve been running to the disaster
And dancing together in rains.
We cuddled and smeared the blood on the skin.
Sharing the pain and the feelings, we never regretted once
We were so tightly together, melded in sin.
It was such a beautiful romance, and now it’s a shuttered glass.
We step on the pieces and laugh at our elegant pain,
Entwined in exquisite deathly embraces,
My lover, we’ll never get tired of the game.
We destined to be together weaved in a murderous lace.
Razorblade Romance
© Copyright: Ирина Дрим, 2013
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