the last day

the last day as the lace slips up your thigh, white as the day i wish you mine i look to your dress and realize i need to have you now this moment fabric makes a sound like a sigh, moving up your hips i want to be inside your lust, need to feel your heat accept my heart gloves bracing me up, mascara running down your cheek as you start to weep not quite sure what it means, too desperate to stop feeling the heat of your breath now i hear you cry slower now not to soon to die, woman this may be our only time for this i shall surely die later now your gone from me whats the use of trying to be anything more than the waste you see i held you once, and that was glory now i am hollow and lonely face to face with the mirror man i await fates cold hand bottle of pills and razors edge death shall now take my hand and i shall meet you in a better land gone now i exist in the memory of a kiss on your lips a hand uoon your hip a torrid night i could not forgive your the woman i could not forget.