Well there is no scheme it seems
To me
To be so plainly abstract
                As this
      But I put words apon a page
        And now I feel it
The bliss of knowing
            The bliss of feelings
                     The darkness of knowing this could be
     Your.        Last.           Breath.  
But I'm still here
        You still hold me in your heart
   You are my candle in the storm
                 And together we embrace and consume
   The darkness we fear so much