It shines, slithers, and glitters,
   the color, vibrance, and shimmer
   blind with the lights.
I can't look but my eyes crave its eyes.
I can't touch but my hands need something to hold.
I can't taste but I miss the taste of the blood of her heart.
I can't hear but her voice screams and repeats: "Why don't you love me?"

"Why don't you love me?"

I can't smell but the instance of your essence triggers the memory
of my drug-addicted love.
I can't do many things but when I'm near you, I can breathe again.
I can feel the warmth melting my frozen heart.
I can feel the breeze under my wings as I jump to my death
because loving you
is
my
death.

And I never want to feel alive again.