she fell in love with death

by thursdays and rain

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they almost always rendezvous at night,

in dreams and in nightmares,

or just when her eyes start to close

and darkness begins to taunt her.

she lies still but it's more

like a dance, graceful and

fashioned uniquely by her soul.

the silence is screaming inside her mind

but it sounds like music, singing a melody

only she could hear.

she likes the fear she feels,

the thrill of it pulsing through her veins.

she couldn’t see his face but she knew it was him.

he had that aura that was all too familiar to her

and he had that same cocky smile

every time she felt suicidal.

(and that was most of the time)

he whispers her name like a caress,

hesitant at first then it becomes

an eloquent chant, his voice impassive.

she was wide awake

but she couldn’t open her eyes

even if she tried.

she constanly had a smile on her lips,

a façade she always wore just for the fun of it

but she had that haunted expression on her face

if you’d only watch her closely.

she bit her lower lip

as he kissed her nose,

just to know if it was real.

she hoped to God that she still knew how to pray

and as she mumbled the words,

she forgot what to say

and death was coming closer and closer her way.

motionless and frozen,

can barely breathe and broken.

he touches her hand

and now she understands

that love is tangible

and death is inevitable.

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