Fresh fantasy from the real world

Let's exchange the phrase "Do you accept marriage with me?" With that beautiful light sentence, "Do you accept death with me?"
Here the bullets, the pistol, and that's my heart, so let's do it
I think about it a lot.
To be by my side, only clothes are separated from each other.
Hold my gun's nozzle on your forehead, shoot, stain your blood in my face, wipe it with my hand, lick my fingers, taste your blood ... and it looks delicious.
Hold the pistol again, put his mouth in my mouth, then shoot, I die and no one tastes my blood .. Do you think about this in the end?
It is better than saying goodbye, and saying goodbye, rather than removing my name from the list of those you love.
Better than spending every night listening to bleak music while reading your old messages .. You loved me like crazy, what happened? Did your heart quit?
Or am I no longer glow?