First You Cry

The demons of your angelic voice have torn me apart a thousand times before, but why, why do these words hurt me so much more?
Your voice is like the sound of angels' wings dripping with the blood of regret. Wih the blood of regret. My eyes grow heavy and cold.
Tonight, your hands could be any shadow. No longer can I choke back these tears for these tears always cut like glass. I feel your hands around my neck. I look into your eyes and accept my death. I accept my death.
I accept this death. I accept my death. I accept this breath. This will never die even when I do. You breathe life back into my lungs. This will never die. Your frozen touch melts away. Dying to feel your touch is the only way I can live.