letters from the edge

       
suicide love letters broke my heart    
passionate, full of your true soul    
tortured and beautiful    
     
slit wrist testimonies spoke loudest of us    
you desired death more than our life
and I wanted to die for you    
     
go silently into that night      
made for the special few    
who understood death    
in its complex notes as it screams  
     
alone on the bathroom floor    
with your chosen instrument of departure    
making small cuts to release the pressure    
     
you wanted us to go together    
so many failed tries saw us in the psych ward    
tied to the bed still I saw the romance in it    
     
in the desperate kisses before dawn
in the hours in between when time stopped for us    
as the first crimson drops hit the porcelain    
     
we danced with our fate, our futures. our lives    
you took me to the edge and dare me to jump    
one, two, three come with me    
into the deep where we will be immortal and free    
     
the dead don't talk and neither do you any more    
I place dead roses on your grave    
because you always hated the living    
     
you left without me one day    
crept out the back door of life    
made your grand exit alone    
     
you became immortal I was left terribly fragile    
broken by your memories I gather in my hands    
little comfort is your ghost    
who still haunts my mind    
     
"come with me where we will be free"    
     
I can still hear you calling me      
just one cut and it's done    
come home