Acid in your eyes, poison on your lips,
I'm a thief, I'm a fool but this hurts so much,
You, youth, hues of scarlet desires,
My heart is bleeding colors on a canvas;
Only for you and you know it,

I'm alone, trapped within these four walls,
Betray me with that single kiss of yours,
You've got your arms wide for me -
Only to kill me ever so softly with your chill,

My skin screams for yours but alas,
I can never reach out to you not now or ever,
And I feel my lungs burn without you
Every inch of me craves for your touch,

Paint me with your passion and rage,
Tears will fall but we can't stop this now,
Only for you, I swear this will be the last,
Our one and only moment of intertwining,

It’s a slow sort of death, I think,
I’m trying to hold your particles, but my clumsy hands are too small,
Watching you erode, but not in peace,

A slow burn, a steady breath, escaping your painted lips,
You look into my eyes longingly,
Frantically, panicked, frightened,
In a moment, I realize you never learned how to let the air back in,

It’s a slow sort of death, I think,
But we are all dying, aren’t we?
Can’t we just figure out a way to do it together?

Maybe someday, in the far future,
They’ll dig us up and find our bones intertwined,
A connection we can or never will deny,
This history that shall remain lost in time.