The dead in love

You scratched my heart and soul on purpose.

And every time I told my self, I’ll stop this.

A tear unnoticed rolled down my face with terror

My heart skipped a beat and lungs left me dead – failure.

I guess will never know the reason

Of why you never loved me, regardless of the season.

i guess the dead can’t tell their story to the living

the more you scratch my heart, the easier throughout your fingers I am slipping.