some souls
are made
from pitch black coals
turning everything they touch dull & old

But

Every fierce, eternal fire of hope demands the same load
of dark unattractive coals

that nobody wants to touch.

There are no parachutes given
on the plane of Love.

Even if my rib cages confined my heart away from you
Your ability to make it melt
would let my love drip through to you.

Amongst all things that devoured my life's time
From birth to death
Smiles to frowns
Laughter to cries
Even the most intense euphoria I ever had

There is no doubt that
If tomorrow was judgement day & the Lord asked what I did with the gift of life...
I'd say I spent it with you.

I witness souls die everyday
Showing no pity for them
For I am now used to this daily routine

Except for mine
My soul never dies


...It has been dead all along.

Drop my heart into a volcano
Let my LAVA erupt...

Death is like a shuffled playlist..anyone could be next.