TENDER TRAP {Noir}
By Wendy

Can someone be dead when the heart still beats?

I believe I'm alive. I can see my blood as it leaves
my body, but I feel numb. There is nothing, but the 
cold emptiness of... Nothing.

So am I dead? Or is it just wishful thinking?

Blindfolded by tainted kisses to my eyelids.
Silenced by a caressing tongue on mine.
So many lies told by soft skin and tender words.
A gentle murder committed, but the victim 
still lives.

Or does he? Is he a victim at all?

Can you be a victim if you have willingly 
offered your heart to your destroyer? 
I am as guilty as my tender trap. 

In my own words: 
Cause of death: Suicide.