There are cityscapes tucked into the crook of your neck

And my lips have been lost for as long as I can remember.

You told me that underneath the steel work

There are catacombs of all the people that have ever tried to love you,

But darling I am not afraid of death.

I heard a story once that the grim reaper

Was just a man who could not die

So to cope,

He shed his skin

And his flesh,

Began taking the souls of everybody else.

I found that I’m the same way;

A man who cannot be loved

So I’ve become toxic in the arms of others.

According to the mathematics

Two negatives together should bring a positive outcome,

But according to science

We can never atomically touch.

According to faith

I am still a believer.

According to my heart

It’s such a shame because

I never wanted to be a traveler