Spilt Red Wine Along Cold Hands
I raise a glass to you
My lips lingering along the glass
I pull away the stains along my wrists permanent
Your eyes roll to look at the mind you don't have
"To the happy couple." I smile over your bodies
I cannot tell if when you told me I was insane if you were right
I remember how cold your hands were, maybe you were already dead
I don't think you can be colder than this
The miss you dawn on me
The lies you spew like blood
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