I`ll be quiet to keep you quiet.
Don`t concern yourself with my slow dying.
Through the vents I hear you sigh.
I don`t get too high these days.
Your floor is my ceiling.
Lights out, you can`t come in.
If you don`t remind me, I won`t forget you.
If you don`t ask, I won`t upset you.
I am jet black.
I am stone cold.
Jet black to the center.
Funny like a funeral.
I need you to bury me.
White noise in black room dust.
These hands long for one last touch.
Hourglass all out of trust.
I don`t scratch so I won`t itch.
I don`t reach so I won`t miss.
I taste our last kiss.
This is the cure: the same as the symptom.
Simple and pure: break to keep fixing.
Patiently nurse, patient and nurse.
This is the part I wouldn`t show you.
The part where you say, "I don`t even know you."
This is your cue.
Be glad it`s through.