Second Hand Suicide

As I look into your eyes,
They stain my mind,
A bright color green.

Green like poison,
That you served to me,
The day you said you loved me.

Like keroscene,
You doused my love for you away,

Your fire-like breath,
Egnited the fire,
And burnt my feeling,
Down to ashes.

Like a pathetic fool,
I begged and pleaded for you,
To enter my life once again.

But the day I let that happen again,
You can whip me like a bastard,
And call it second hand suicide.