WARNING: Triggers for self-harm, suicide.

Her lips were blood red and her eyes as menacing as a vampire's
His tongue was as sharp as a vampire's fangs and his existence like a ghost, well to her at least
It was just unrequited love.
I'd notice you from a mile away
But you don't even know my name
And when the blade penetrates your skin, you know that death is bound to win
When it takes over every part of your being and you can't escape it, you start to feel like the noose is a perfect fit
I wonder when your lips became blood red, I wonder when these thoughts first came rushing to your head

Written: 23/10/15