desperation

My desperation for you, a macabre tale,
Two dead bodies entwined in mort's embrace,
Your heart, my crypt,
Yet even in death, I’ll guard my desires.

Not in the final melody I perform,
Nor in the last note I scribe,
Would I confess to finding solace,
Only in death, tethered to your side.

Your burning allure swallows me whole,
With your swinging heart, a pendulum,
That chimes only in the dead of night.

My love, my inferno, you’re the only flame,
I’d ignite just to inhale a fragment of you,
I’ll flick your ashes in my coffin,
Dine and wine with them,
Savoring every morsel of you.

And when my heart ceases to strum our rhythm,
My bones will crystallize adorned with shards of blue,
Stolen from your iris.

Time, fighting against our undying love,
Will never erode your tender kiss from my corpse,
And if unearthed and laid bare,
You’d remain a part of me, etched into my decaying heart.

Forever locked in an undying embrace,
That makes Romeo and Juliet’s tragedy seem
But a fleeting whim of fate.