I am banging on the doors of your heart

throwing pebbles on the windows of your soul

begging to be let in.

your tongue is a jammed printer

words tied up like knotted strings

and your fingers are as frozen as ice.

chaos roams around your head

the lights in your eyes are flickering

on and off, on and off.

the chandelier hangs, swinging

left and right, continuously

threatening to fall here and there.

how beautiful it must be to fall in love.

unlock the doors and let your soul escape

from the earthquake inside you

you seem to have lost the key.

I can almost hear you

screaming against your skin and bones

begging to be let out.

you want to escape;

I want to enter

in hopes of making things right.

a beautiful sort of chaos

erupting inside of you

but you are burning.

you are burning, my love,

and sooner or later, I know

that I have to scatter your ashes.

you are burning.

you are burning.

I can almost feel the heat.

your skin is flaking

your eyes are closing

your lungs are reaching for air.

the printer stops working.

the lights turn off.

the chandelier hangs still.

the clockwork inside of you has stopped

but the chandelier still hangs

heavy with the threat of falling.

that is what I meant

that is what I've promised

with the words, 'I do'.