She wears my favorite shade of lipstick
And bares her skin to my weakest senses
And I will give in, I will live in
Every moment, whose form inspires
The artist, whose words conspire
With the heavens, to watch me fall again
To bear the fruits of my sins
Through this season of drought and descent
Into the maw of the dead
She tears my favorite verses
From the page, hangs them upon her lips
And I will listen, I will append
Every story with her name, every glory with her taste
Upon my tongue, I've known no one
Quite like this, who draws my fire
So perfect, that not a breath remains
Unspent, who catches all I am
In her web, 'fore crawling cross the comatose
To get to where I am
She wears my favorite shade of lipstick
Devil red, to match her dress
And I will live in this profound moment
Between life and death
For as long as there is a drop of blood remaining
In my chest
I will give in to a world expressed
In full passion and full view
Of the already there and the nearly dead
I offer the life from within my chest
That you may light the skies with our passion
That if we died tonight, we'd do so without regret
We'd do so having truly lived.
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