Twisting turning
Tempest of night
Give me a light
Guide my way tonight
Let me see
The darkest that you could be
Take your skeletons out of the closet
If only so they can alight
To never be a problem for morrow  
Satisfy my eyes with your pretty face
While I ignore the rotting grace
Ever so eternal
A floral shirt lazing in the wind
Whenever did we start
Wherever did we end?
A jaded over happy face  
Your body already half way into the grave
I tried
I did
You were supposed to stay
So when the last ember in my body
Started to wane
You would be the one to lay me down to die
Mourn my vacant shell
Yeast like lungs that won't rise
Fresh tilled soil
Slowly starting to decay from the inside
Careful tending fingers
That will no longer get to learn
The shape of your face
Or the edge of your jawline
Or the lines in your smile
Skin that caves in
That comes away on my fingertips
Like dough
You and I
It seems
We were never supposed to make it
So close to being looped
To forever fake it
You faded through my present
And into my past
I've chemically bonded with the future
Content to stay here.
Forever barred and bonded