Untitled

coachchris

confessing to the surrounding walls all of your mistakes
this feeling never dies. this fever never breaks.
the sweat is pouring down your face
the tears down mine, stinging like mace
we're both terrified of this disease
as it's ripping through your body, it's tearing straight through me.

these eyes, they are not mine
how could they be
for without you i am blind

together we will meet in spring
remember to forget everything
promise me to hold on tight
running hand in hand, we'll bask in the light
pick daisys of pearly whites
far away from this burial site

until then i'll kiss your lips
go home and write up movie scripts
of us with a happy ending
while i wait for steps ascending
i'm squinting eyes against the glare
hoping like hell you'll meet me there

these are your last words.
and these are my regrets.
i'd give you everything.
if there was something left.

depopulationINC

I was confused...seems the couple is done for, but in the middle, it does not seem so...beginning and end do though....perhaps that was the point I guess....despair to hope and back again...