Your Poetry Dot Com - Razorblade Cupcake

Yesterday I danced with a ghost by her grave
Some guy with a needle in his arm decided she'd look prettier
With a knife through her spleen
She whispered that she fell, and it was a luxury
And she told me to open my eyes and see

How much more gorgeous the world was once you die..
And how elated it was just to say goodbye
'cause there's sickness in the air only death will help you run from
"Come on baby and cry..cry for the sadness that consumes your life"
Sweet ghost made my eyes bleed and she licked away the tears
Wrapped her arms around my arteries and pulled
Red serum falling from my wrists
Take a deep breath.
..'cause this is it.

And as midnight approaches and her hand becomes more warm
The feeling of death is sweeter then a razorblade cupcake.

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