Still pulchritudinous,

I can see you now,

No Mystery here; nor why or how,

~

The color of perfume caressing your arms,

This damn velvet scent will never change,

and no one will know you weren't to blame,

~

These daemons found in my head,

have been drinking and telling stories again,

No escape nor other way of merriment,

~

It cuts and slices,

It holds you down,

Lies and sais "If you do, something you will amount"...

Lies and sais no one is around...

~

Its all my fault,

that now here you lay,

Evidence of mixing oxygen and blood this unforgivable way,

~

They tell me lies; Ill be close behind,

As you ended your on this hospital bed,

I choose their lie with this poem as I rest my head...

I choose their lie; without you I'll be dead.