Covered in blood, we are inseparable.

You hold my hand softly while I'm trying to sleep, whispering that it's not much time left. It will all soon be over. You caress my back with your fingertips, it tickles but I can not laugh.
I feel your body next to mine as I shut my eyes again. All I can see is demons in the dark, eating my insides. I don't know if it's their laughter I hear or if it's yours. I can not touch it at all, it's so surreal.
Laughter is melting in with crying in my head, and I feel my tears running down my cheeks slowly. You kiss them away. One, two, three, four, five times.

I whisper to you that I don't want to let go of your hand, but that I have to. This is not the reality to me, this is a fairytale covered in blood which smells of roses. Such a beautiful fairytale with unexplained love, we will always belong to each other.
Soul mates wrapped around in the most beautiful flowers I've ever seen. There are violets, lilies, roses, and they are like clothes to our naked bodies.

I feel your tears falling on my back, and you kiss my cheek whispering: "I will never let go of you".

I tell you that I see our souls fly away to the land of dreams where no demons and no evil at all exists. We will live happily ever after there and our kids will grow old. The land of dreams is covered in pink, blue and purple, and there is a sky filled with stars. Stars that are so dazzling that you can hardly look at them. Our kids will carry the flower clothes that once belonged to us, and we will walk around naked all the time. Naked is my favourite outfit of yours, because then I can touch you perfectly and feel every single flaw.

I turn around; kiss your lips for the last time thinking that death actually teared us apart. Such an unfair but beautiful thing.