Cyanide and sugar
The sweetest little killer
A body full
Of dead man's curves
Each line expressed
In watercolors and withheld breaths
Ariadne knew me best
But never last
When she held herself against my chest
And confessed her undeath
I knew our present was past
I knew that heaven laughed
At our petty indiscretions
Just before the crash
Iodine exposure
I can tap the vein with ease
Regain my composure
Even as these wounds bleed
She's a lithium rest, these days
The way she dresses in her quiet recesses
Expresses nothing, begs me take
A brush to her canvas, leave a masterpiece
Oh, Ariadne, how you've mentioned
That death is just around the bend
Often enough, while coughing up blood
And smiling, choosing a dress to wrap up in
When he finally comes, can you feel
My touch, anything anymore
She collapsed to the floor
I head towards the door
There's nothing here for me
Anymore.
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