Uploaded June 2025 | Updated September 2026, 12 hours ago

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A flicker in the candlelight

Your lips a script I read each night

You suffer sweet, the perfect shot

The reel spins red: This love is rot

I call it grace, you call it pain

You bleed for me, so I remain

I whisper "Cut," but don’t rewind

Just watch you die, a frame behind

I trace the veins that pulse your name

Then bid you: “Love me just the same!”


You make me something worth the tape

Unholy wreck, Unclean escape

The act of dying is an art

A symphony of blackened hearts

I tried to think like mortal men

But only you could reach me, then

Call it peace as I collapse

And feel my pulse in each elapse

Take this breath, this bleeding trust

This love that’s so much worse than lust


I fall into the hush you made

A slow collapse in silk and shade

To say “All’s fair” would be insane

For love and war is not a game

Our passion lives in what we’ve shed

A spectacle of living death


I film you folding into grace

Your every wound a holy place

So bleed again, for me, for us

Stabbing deeper every thrust

Roll back the shot, I want to see

The way you tremble just for me

Your spine arched like a sacred bow

To launch your soul where I can’t go

Each kiss a poem soaked in gore

Your death’s the gift I hunger for



I film it all. I watch you go

Then set the stage for tomorrow’s show

This isn’t grief. This isn’t sin

It’s how you let the night begin

They call it death. I call it love

So sing for me, my mourning dove

Once more, with feeling!

After all, what is any of it for...

If everything I've ever loved

ends up on the cutting room floor?