when my breath fades away

and when my heart stops beating,

for the last time, hold me closer.

let all my demons in;

they have made it through my nights.

they have tortured me and created a flame that ignites through me like a knife,

there is no sense of contrite

gore hands, that pull through her past,

hellish wounds, a pained laugh

such a masochist, that clamps pain and pleasure into a word called; love.

solipsism, that's all you will ever see,

the marked sharp edges of your words, that vanish beneath my bones like a stoical,

a dark scent of hope,

that lies between that heart

of yours, that beats for

the run.

i won't chase what's done.