a touch of death

we were laying in white

white sheets

white mattress

white skin

passing a cigarette between us

and despite the smoke

your apartment smelled like dead roses

and i felt like a fallen petal

i realize that the cigarettes will kill me

but maybe one day so will you

you're a murderer

in a lover's disguise

you're that much more dangerous

you could rip my heart out

and i would help you

i'm not suicidal

just a hopeless romantic

but perhaps

that's the same thing