Anathema.

Hands grasp fingers like ice.
Time evaporates
just when you need it most.

Like deer caught in the beams
that are eachothers eyes,
We are frozen.

This heart keeps beating,
Like a kickdrum,
Caged in my chest.

It hammers against my ribs,
bursting to escape,
With every collision.

Weakened bones scream,
protesting against emotion,
and the imminent collapse.

And now somehow I feel,
As I fracture,
Everything has been leading up to this.

And somehow I know,
As you shatter,
Nothing could ever compare to this.

This feeling,
Sinking,
Falling,
Losing,
is something I greatly detest.