Last breath

Look at me ,stay with me ,lie with me as I sacrifice my heart for the death of me would not be a suicide yet a art of holy fashion ,
fire from my eyes as the rains drowned my sense of  challenge where my taste of a angels tear cried as my insides became spoiled from a sanctuary gone dark as the inhales of belief choked my passion within a century of suffering so tell me why the blood stanined redemption fonlded my words in echoes as I beg you to lie with me,there I stay for you to  look as I cripple your intuition carving out our names in concrete where angels bloom into a  martyr fueled from a whisper I shunned from my visions as I sinned along the fine line of suicide I offer for you and I in a sacrifice I trend to calm the wicked ,look at me as I take my last breath