It's Not The World

Ambitions that blind us.
The scars that drive us.
And the hate we've endured. 
Cut deep, but still breathing. 
We continue on, unsure of what will come. Arcane paths taken by few. 
The trees are bold and beautiful. 
Pitch black, yet the outlines of your lips pierce me. "Guide me. Take me away. Do with me as you please, for I have given up. This world has no need for me."
You approach me ever so silently. Ever so beautifully. I shudder instinctively. Your voice echoes as if on a hillside. 
You kiss me. And I experience death a thousand times.