When all we've got is a mere fleck of crumbling passion! 

Stuck here are we... you with me, and me with you, 

Two worthless souls with nowhere to actually go! 

Yet in this trapped cycle, there we go, chasing each other, 

Along the delicate strands of identities, crazily into further, 

Your dying colours fall upon me like a melting cascade, 

Despite knowing that my rainbow has got the edges of a blade! 

It makes me wonder about those moments of our culmination, 

In a distant sky, where we're gonna confront another revelation,

That all this time, our existence wasn't just a game of breath, 

Rather it was a very meticulous interplay of life and death!