A cold Caress,
A Dark Embrace,
A riddle woven across my face,
I care not how but more for why,
My lover would want me to die,
Not quite with words,
Though less with actions,
A foul concoction of pained reactions,
Euphoric feeling for it was you,
Who took my life before it's due,
Though I imagine,
You meant only lies.
I die knowing I kept my prize,
Said you loved me, that was enough,
For I will never call your bluff.