The Ember

The flame in your eyes dies as you slip from my grasp.
My knuckles, white, from gripping so tightly onto something I couldn't have.
Make this our last night, make it your last wish.
Together, the night's skies will flourish, they will live.

Breathing becomes more difficult as my heart slows its' beat.
The wind, rasping, asking, telling us what to feel.
What do you feel?
Do I feel anything anymore?

Help my soul reach the burning ember still floating.
Quickly, before it hits the ground and dies.
Reach for it, reach for it.
My fingers entwine amongst themselves as I reach for nothing.

Notted, my hand grows weak under your stare.
Stop looking, STOP LOOKING!
You can't see me like this, my breathing growing more shallow.
Leave me be, just leave this aggrovation.

The twists in my stomach are shared with your mind.
Turning, binding, writhing beneath our skin is the thought of each other.
Questions can be asked, but never answered.
Answer my question. I know I'm different.

Different. I repeat it over and over in my head.
You're thinking it too, I can tell... I could always tell.
Lie to me, make me really lose my fucking mind.
Make this entire ordeal worth something.

Give me a reason.