Low swings the scythe which cut me down
At my heel, at that artery that pulses eternally
Low swings my arms which can’t touch ground
In a dream, I’m trying but nothing resounds
In our hearts, the last laugh echos quick but crass.
In quiet our names together divide and disassemble
The prayers stop imbuing, love is a god I am deluding
I know a feeling too well to know this means forever
I know a place that is hell, I’ve considered moving.











