Lyric

Love is a blade

Polished enough to pray to

Everyone knows it cuts—

Still

We touch it with bare hands

Church bells drown in a cloudy sky

Like a festival already over

Red fabric drifts along the street

Blessing or mourning—I can’t tell

My heart still leans toward you

Reckless, beautifully naive

But every scale we stand on

Tilts calmly to your side

Oaths that taste like blood

Wrapped in elegant words

“Forever”

Is such a refined poison

Love is a double-edged blade

Hold it close—I disappear

The soul I handed to you

Never learned how to return

Love is a double-edged blade

A quiet, graceful suicide

When I love you too deeply

I lose the shape of myself

I didn’t kneel

I only placed you

Higher than me

If that is love

Then

It’s almost

Too well designed

You smile—perfectly satisfied

Eyes already somewhere far away

The cup I filled with my blood

Rests dry in your elegant hand

I’m still standing here

Yet my shadow stretches long

Across the stone floor

After the celebration ends

Poison works better

When it takes its time

Even pain

Deserves a sense of style

I won’t accuse you—

That restraint

Is my final dignity

Love is a double-edged blade

Too finely sharpened

To simply throw away

So tonight

I wipe the blood from my hands

Wear a flawless expression

And love you

As if nothing ever bled