Her Blood Stains My Hands

Skin so soft, luscious, tender, delicious
My fingertips carving through her beauty
My hands bloodstained by her emptiness
Her skin so easily breaking, so lovely
Pain shoots from my sharp fingertips like fire
Searing her deliciously beautiful skin
This love burns in her chest like wildfire
My hand prints leave her trembling within
Pain clouds her vision, love is hard to see
She drops my hand as I fall to the ground
She leaves me there looking back at the scene
She stares at the light her mind unwound
Tears fill her loving, sorrowful eyes
My hands have fallen leaving her behind

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