Dead Poet

When I die  
I'll become a dead poet  
They'll say that  
Darkness is all she wrote of
 
A story of true love   
A passionate voyage bound by blood  
Sacrifice it all for it to not be meaningless  
She would kill to keep his heart   
 
Gaze into the mirror  
I can see myself but you never see me   
Slow sip on the poison  
Twisting my insides out  
As I start to bleed   
 
Choke had a hold of her  
She couldn't remember how to breathe  
Words stayed still kept unspoken in doubt  
Lips began to decay  
Her heart was rotting from the inside out  
She couldn't be saved
 
Slow sip on the antidote  
As it seeped into her vein  
Though it was already too late  
Some will say it was fate  
To die in silence for someone else  
That is a trip within itself