MasqueradeLover

she's a stiletto a momento of a time when he was trying to be all he wasn't meant to be under his skin again she's a sliver in his finger the engraving reads; "a friend, a lover" but the story's in the stars and there's too much fog tonite speak softly,  and wear your deathwish on your sleeves he's a shattered mirror purposeless washing his Vicodin down with self loathing looking out his window at the imaginary riot scene below the marker says; "i'll love you in life and death" but the lovers are in the soil they have been since forever sing softly, sing in reverance and wear the red ribbon on your wrist she's the iris the