daribari

In a war Everything is black Everything, except the faces With eyes as dark as night And hearts in different places

The music's slow. The light is bright. I look in the mirror, but those eyes aren't mine. They are yours, of course they are. 'Cause now you live in me, now, that you're not alive. I love you, you know that, because you loved me back, back then, when you were alive. The glass is fogged, but I still see your face of course I do, I do because you're always there. Always there - next to me, always there, until the alarm beeped. Until your face lost that cocky smile. Until your pulse lost the rhythm that it had. Everything is white. Everything except the bed. The bed, because it's red. Red from blood. Red from scars. Red from the love, that was