He begs to die bathed in moonlight,
Dry heaves, blood,
"Murrain of feeling," he says,
His eyes looking dire.
Convulsions, white-hot pain,
Wandering to death's end,
Can't trod off the path.
A final kiss,
Heated desire.
Spreading pain,
Pleasure Disease's lovely rain.

I swat away flies,
Knee-deep in swamp mud,
Gore covered grass.
I beg to die with him,
Mingle our blood! Take two,
"Put me through hell again-"
Wavering voice, eyes met,
"-I miss the fire."
**** me too, let us both die.
Both refusing to live without the other.
Wish granted.
Lovers' gnarled limbs,
Entwined, dried blood,
Severed bonds,
Wing's cracked.
                             -**Firefly