I’m baptized in my tears as your hands keep us apart,
And through the rippled divider I still succumb to your force.
But this is hardly how we start…
We’re so distant from the source…
The ache in my lungs has begun to match what you've been doing to my heart.
The salty waves of separation have begun their frigid course.

Your expression looks so gleeful,
As your fingers find my throat.
Your rapture reached its ******,
As your rage keeps you afloat.
I can see your life-force growing,
As my frozen body dies.
I can see you becoming me…
Through my drowned eyes.