considerately

venomous voice, tempts me,
drains me, bleeds me,
leaves me cracked and empty.
drags me down like some sweet gravity.

and as the walls come down
as I look in your eyes
my fear begins to fade
recalling all of the times
i have died
and will die.
it's all right.
i don't mind.

i am too connected to you to
slip away, to fade away.

days away i still feel you
touching me, changing me,

and considerately killing me.


[my]life has already been written for me..