I kiss you as we start our dance
Irony fuels our red romance
Sensations float up high beyond me
Denied only by gravity

I fly through the unforgiving sky
White roses scattered in red dye
I walk on glass, Shattered and spread
I cry at things, before they're said.

A drop of blood caresses your face
I long to stop your fall from grace
I stand before you, stripped of life
In hope i could replace your knife

I reach to touch, to hold you close
To keep you, far from fatal dose
But you cant see me, hear, nor feel
Self Harm kills. This much is real.