Let’s say that time and grief are jealous lovers
who secretly long for one other
so they dig their claws fighting each other within our very souls
twisting the body, all sense of self.
Maybe you’d go insane
if you measured the duration of time
with your scars  if the body feels like the shadow of someone else’s memory
So they wait to forgive each other, expecting each other to speak to another and once they do
it’s all in riddles because a simple answer
doesn’t exist and will never be found.
In their kisses  they stole lives
They stole hearts  from the sky.
"Oh, but I can never breath
without your unknowing," they say
returning to each others arms.
Feeling death in the silence
that's their only knife's repair,
And all they can say is, "your the last of my dreams. You're my fading melody."
She asks, "then what does the moonlight
sound like? Is it your love?"
He replies, "It's your pain, my love. Always, forever.
I'll never leave you.
I'm not that kind of lover.
So Don't be afraid.
You'll never be alone.
You're the reason I live.
You're the reason I die."