It Must Be Take A Worm For A Walk Week

her eyes carry me to my grave 
where i lay awake beneath cupid's curse 
tasting this decay 
brought by another day 
words taste of death 
(her words taste of death) 
lingering in my head 
sent to kill 
I'm still alive 
my heart still bleeds 
my eyes turn to grey 
stars burn out one by one 
my dreams burn out one by one 
as these rose pedals peel... 
she loves me... 
she loves me not...