The Last Breath

I saw her first in the pale streetlight,

Red lips whispering to the night.

She smiled once and the world went still,

A moment so soft, it bent my will.

She had that glow, that holy sin,

A melody that crawled under my skin.

Her laughter danced where angels hide,

And I swore I’d keep her by my side.

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Oh, my darling, my porcelain dream,

You shimmered like moonlight on a stream.

Your voice, a hymn that bled through me,

Your touch, the ghost I’ll never free.

I’d give my soul to feel it again,

That breathless hush beneath my hand.

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The night was quiet, the stars leaned close,

She spoke of love in whispered prose.

Her eyes said stay, her heart said run,

But I don’t stop once I’ve begun.

She trembled soft, I held her tight,

Said, “Shh, my love, it’s just the night.”

And when her pulse began to slow,

That’s when I truly felt her soul.

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They’ll call me monster, call me mad,

But baby, I just loved too bad.

Some chase kisses, I chase breath—

The sweetest sound is right before death.

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Oh, my darling, my porcelain flame,

I still taste your fear when I say your name.

I want to feel that thrill again,

The rush, the hush, the end, amen.

When I took that young girl’s last breath,

I swore I’d never love again…

But I will.

(Outro: slow piano fade, faint heartbeat rhythm on bass — one last note held too long)