Love Death..

Walking bare feet,

up the cold stones.

It's kind of ticklish,

i embrace myself tight enough,

nothing gets past me.

Chilly air blowing, 

from the sides of the hug.

I am missing his warm clasp,

it's been missing for a longtime.

Was i always alone with him? 

or did he make me alone now?

I am now up here touching the clouds,

the cold oh it's softly killing me.

I rather tend to like it this way,

not that there is no other way for me to live up,

just that i can't be anyone's if not his.

Inch by inch i am nearing the edge;

the edge which will give me my last breathe.

My last moments,

my last thoughts,

my first and last love.

Forever i will be free;

I'll always be his.

This winter it's finishing me up fast.

It's consuming my palpitation.

This sensation of nothing below amazes me,

Yes i Finally die the death of you,

To be immortal and inseparable ,

from you my love.