"would you die for me?"

"would you die for me?"

she asked , with voice sharp as a gun.

my lungs burned , screaming "run"

the awnser was craved in my soul 

build in this endless hole

but my heart sank , heavy , out of control 

but i stayed even when my body begged to let go.

No i wouldn't die for you

i lived for you.

i was a ghost haunting my self to you

my ribs cracked under the weight that grew

i burned alive to stay with you

with shaking hands i glued my skin to my bones 

when my body was filled with stones .

to die for you? that was always the easier choice .

but to live? that means surviving every silent noise.

And still 

i'd do it again 

just to hear your voice.