We could be runaways.
We could change us.
Spend our days
Availed in fake trust.
You could hold me closer
So I can feel your breath.
My body aching next to yours.
On your lips I taste fresh death.
Clog the drain you call your mind.
My sanity is so hard to find.
Its easier when you're held by
Someone you can stand by.
And even if I do die,
The burial plots have been bought.