Romantic Suicide

My heart can be yours, but that isn't much.
I ripped it out, bleeding and tender, awaiting your touch.

Now, I'm lying here, dying here.
Oh, what have I done?
I long for your caress, and feel no one.

An empty room is stained in a red fashion.
As it overflows, I'm drowning in passion.

My toxic emotions suffocate me.
Making oxygen disappear,
My desire for you makes my end near.

Time is running short to complete my romantic suicide.
My parting words were obvious to decide.

Before my fate lead me to death,
One last truth had to emerge.

I took my last breath and said,
"I love you..."

And from that moment one, I was, as one,
Dead.