The longer I drink from your life source
The more it soothes my vanilla charred nerves
As I sip from the forbidden goblet
Searing down my throat
Love can be a balm
Healing
Mending
But too much of it can be a poison
I keep sipping
Watching the rain streak down the window
Almost able to feel the pitter patter
On my clam frozen skin
Maybe if I drink enough
My hands will stop shaking
When I spread them
I see the silver bells dangling from them
Softer and lighter than any fairies laugh could be
The flavor of your dreams coats my tongue
Oh what it is to be so young
I sit back
Watching the ashes dance  
Steam wafting up to my nose
I saw your last breath
Before I saw your eyes glaze
Turning into vacant mirrors
And it was pure joy
Wrapped in a package
Taped with bones
Oh
What it was to be young again.