• Your life is a sweet butterfly.
    Its wings are beating feverishly,
    suspending you aloft.
    Death is the remedy for our cancer.
    And our cancer is our lives.
    Misery sinks into us
    and fills us with cold.
    But my warmth will give you life.
    I will be there for in the next world
    and hold you in my arms.
    Forever I am yours.
    But why must death feel so soothing?
    Why must death feel so warm?
    So near how I felt when last my lover held me?
    Sorrow seeps into us like a cooling breeze.
    Love renders your wings still.
    I will wait on the other side until you are with me again.
    I will wait for you.
    I will wait for you,
    my broken lover.