Curl Up And Die

i have fallen for you.
i never got the chance to tell you,
'tear these feathered wings from my back.'
i couldn't hide this internal bleeding.
smiles of my filth on my dripping second.
seconds counting,
i fade away with the wind to deny me freedom.
please let me go.
a child bearing his final sign.
lying in sheets
tainted with splattered blood of what was once me,
but things aren't so beautiful anymore.
now i am death.
these voices i draw are direct,
seemingly undecieving.
nothing comes out so simple.
i notice i tore these wings with my own hands.
everything seperating me from what is life.
entwined in messages of inexistence
and missing memories desolving like my one love, my only love.
i will never feel your touch
while i hear my name from your lips again.
my sunrise is the darkness.
i will miss you.