Just love me before you go.

I don't care how dead I am,

I only care your lips brush mine,

Flushed pink and rigor mortis blue.

My empty chest is still buzzing,

What should be cold meat

Is warm from your kiss.

The sunset looks like you,

The cotton clouds your wispy hair,

The dawning grey your stormy gaze,

The rosy streaks of light

Mirroring the streams of tears on your cheeks.

I still see you sometimes,

Though you've been screaming more when you see me.

With all my death,

I've wanted nothing more in my life

Then your lips on mine

One last time.