"Death of Me"

Too much love will kill you. And you just might let it.

" The fall itself was to be my end

But murder was your intention

With gentle touches I could not fend

To drown in your affection

You stabbed me with your eyes

You pierced me with your tongue

Smothered me with your mouth

Your breath burns in my lungs

Deafen me with your laughter and blind me with your smile

Drive me mad for every touch I cannot claim as mine

Starve me of your presence, a thirst for which I'll never quench

Let me bleed for you that I may put this heart to rest

And maybe that will stop the disease spreading from my chest

Strangle me or else I'll choke on all I have to say

Torture me by leaving since you'll never seek to stay

Let me taste your sweet poison, then send me to eternal sleep

At least then I'll have you in my fading dreams

But, my lovely murderer, this will always remain true

I will even gladly burn my soul just for you "

- Ariadne Grey