Her lips so sweetnEvery word cuts like knivesnI feel the wounds as if self inflictednBroken porcelain beautynI still long to touchnI prick my finger to paint her lipsnnIn agony i wait to hear her voicenI wish for death or any other fatenIn the shadows of the shame of godnJust one whisper to alleviate this painnnMy teardrops fallnTo wet her lifeless eyesnJust one last kissnTo feel her shallow breathnnStaring into the nightnDaybreak so far awaynI can hear her screams as they echo in me