I remember the way
A long path
cold stone walls
old candles
some burn bright
others flicker
like one last kiss
will this be the last time
after dark
underground
perfectly cloaked
dead roses and desire
you are perfectly still
I wonder what your eyes see
I cant bring myself to close them
Is your soul floating about
Looking for answers
Avenging the poor?
Or waiting for me
Your hands are cold
Lips are still warm
or am I just imagining things
perfect
even in death