Folie à deuh (Madness of Two)

He says "I don´t think I am born to love anyone but you"

Heart thumping, looming,

A poison ivy creeping; coiling their rib cage.

He knows...

He is not perfect,

His lip defiled,

His mouth is a sachet of myrrh,

And barren soul.

He says "I am scared of Death"

He is a carcass,

Afflicted animal with no beauty.

He crucify himself at night to their problems,

And wake each morning with hope.

Love comes with melancholy,

Lovers hold themselves tight, as they cried together, smeared their soul at 2 AM,

But love still fester our bones, and dissipates the entire world to a dim, the entire cosmos becomes this person; the desire, the burning infatuation.

You...

You are in love.

You loved so intensely, attached so deeply.

You loved the funeral of your own dream.

And open the night with destruction.

They...

Yin And Yang.

could not bear the burden of death...