He's very sad and utterly incredible
He's like
November rain in a Canadian sky
or black and white photographs
of a woman on her balcony smoking cigarettes

Making it look so beautiful
You almost forget its killing you

Now if I could take the alphabet and rearrange the letters into the perfect stream of words that would take his pain away, Or ease it
I would

But i don't

so i give my body to him
In hopes he'll ask for my soul