No Name.

NO NAME

i would wished as i saw you walk by in the hall,
when you'd would just smile to me,
that i could grasp, with my claws, your tiny neck.

then i could give you wings to die,
by stabbing you were you could never heal,
or pump lushes life threw your veins again.

i could hear you shriek one last cry of horror.
during which,
i would feel your gently seeping blood threw my cold dead fingers.

as i pushed the knife farther and father in,
your eyes would get wider and wider making you cry louder and louder,
until you pierce my skin with you slowly weakening finger nails.

by this time you would have warm blood slithering out your mouth,
and dripping down your chin,
and onto my hand that would hold the knife tight to your once lush beating heart.

you would take one final gasp for air,
hacking and churning up what is left of the peaces of your ice cold soul,
so that it matched mine.

i would then,
tear the guilty spear from your lifeless flesh,
and slit my own.

the love of my ashy heart still could never live with out you.
and as i would shriek of an unimaginable pain my sorry tainted lips would gracefully kiss yours once more, until our blood would meet seeping down your throat.

soon after,
your gaze would find mine,
as you then could taste the tears from off my cheek.

while i would set your head down,
you would close your beautiful green eyes for the last time.
the death dripping from my corner of my mouth would serenely glide to the floor like rose petals in the wind.

thats when i take my last breath,
to lie next to the boy i hated most,
my true love.