Dread

I'm sure you really dread that day,
you always will when your old and grey.
If you think real hard back when we were young,
the days our story had just begun.
Bruised thighs, slit wrists and all its glory,
unwinds to a whole new story.
Did you ever think we would get this old,
when the nights are lonely and cold.
I'll kill you if you'll kill me,
thats what the game seems to be.
You broke my heart in every way,
we both still suffer to this day.
Look into my soul you will see there's more than one hole,
look deeper and you'll see it's blacker than coal.
I can see the blood on my hands my spirit tainted,
although i cry my tears are fainted.
When you fail to see the broken glass,
thats when that day will come to pass...