The Grin of decomposition

I want to hold you in my arms, encompassing your thin body like a vine around a noble pillar, and squeeze tight, trying to melt into you, to prison you, to make you feel weak, then finally... forgive your fears, so that you stop smiling, stop smiling.

I kill myself so that you can start living. If you can watch true love without smiling that means you found that strenght which belongs only to you.

(this is only a writing*, a painted veil made to lure people into emotions)