An End

So you want to feel me Breathing by your side But a cold wind is blowing Your fickle candle’s flame There’s a darkness in your eyes As you close them Shadowed by your sighs To leave this all right now Is to be what you hate Say, breathe me in deeply Taste me into your lungs A flytrap only keeps what it can eat And day always fades into night Tonight Say what you mean Those cords are burning And tired ears hold on for only so long Fake it, like fakes tend to do Sick of being mean? That’s sick of being you The writing read from the wall Read that all leaves, come autumn, fall Goodbye Words that rot away Today Farewell, words have longed to say An end