Road **** laying in the gutters on the side of the street. Empty feeling of dispare as he ponders on the dread of death. Second comes sadness as he stares in the rear view mirror.
He turns to look at her in her big brown eyes as he tells her that he saw.
Together they faced the **** each and every time they were on the road.
As much as he tried to protect her from this, all they could do was acknowledge it together.

And you as well must die, beloved dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead
Than the first leaf that fell,—this wonder fled.
Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost.
Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
In spite of all my love, you will arise
Upon that day and wander down the air
Obscurely as the unattended flower,
It mattering not how beautiful you were,
Or how beloved above all else that dies.

How I saturate in the flames of chaos, and sit calmly with a cup of tea

How I spit out my vicious blood, and watch it spiral to the abyss

For chaos is real, but so am I

Destruction to something as pure as love will surely lead to a gruesome demise.
Whether it be the demise of your inner self or outer self is your choice.
Although, you could always go with no choice.

Always wished they would die at the same time, always wished it would be painless for one another.
The next day in the newspaper an article arose, two dead in an accident, doctors say their hearts stopped simultaneously.
It was almost like a message to every lover who set out in this world, no matter how terrifying that moment could have been, it was reduced to nearly nothing when compared to being apart. It was ironic, they used something they feared deeply to find peace in such a petrifying experience.

It was beautiful.

Her fingerprints were a maze I was hopelessly lost in.
Her eyes were the sky I could only ever look up at in awe, never to break through the clouds.
Her lips were the mountains I would die on, to forever be a warning of what lay ahead.
Her heart was a fire I would gaze at in the night, never to grasp in my palms.

She was chaos.