Last Thread

Hanging there in the darkness,
Suspended between nothing,
Tying all that means everything,
And oh how it hurts me so,
This metal blade so cold,
Must cut this string into,
And all I knew of you.
The taste of blood so sweet,
Only now, it makes me weep,
To see our love in death,
When as I held my breath,
I thought we'd die as one,
When immortal we'd become.
But now I sign in red,
With the blood my love has shed,
And sad it is to know,
In reading your last note,
That as to me you wrote,
The last time this you signed,
Your name that with mine rhymed,
Was in fact to forge to die,
And bury our loving lie.