I'm torn apart between
ending my life with you
or
living the rest of my life
with you

I've never realized
that the air around me feels cold
because the lack of someone's warmth
because the lack of someone's presence
because the lack of someone's tender touch
.
.
.
until now.

So many people try to avoid Death
but not me
I'll always be by their side
until they notice my presence
until they embrace me
with their seemingly-cold hands
for an eternity

Because when they come
to pick me up
that's when I'll feel
a l i v e  &  w e l l

Who/what am I supposed
to lay my trust on

If my shadow
leaves me alone in the darkness

I realize I can't rely on anyone
and yet
my heart is screaming for help