Death
She was dead, but only on the inside
Her mind decayed, waiting for someone to feed it
Forever was a day, a year an eternity
She was w a i t i n g for the end
But all she got was the beginning
Chance is a fickle thing
This was it, she told herself
I shall make death find me
Interception
Life found her
Love hit like a train
Her head was spinning and her heart pounding
Was is true? Finally?
Was there something to live for?
He had died a little bit less than her
They could heal together
Three years pass in an instant
A snap of the fingers is all it takes
But, then, on the day when they would become we
Death found her
And he, after, found death
Her mind decayed, waiting for someone to feed it
Forever was a day, a year an eternity
She was w a i t i n g for the end
But all she got was the beginning
Chance is a fickle thing
This was it, she told herself
I shall make death find me
Interception
Life found her
Love hit like a train
Her head was spinning and her heart pounding
Was is true? Finally?
Was there something to live for?
He had died a little bit less than her
They could heal together
Three years pass in an instant
A snap of the fingers is all it takes
But, then, on the day when they would become we
Death found her
And he, after, found death