Spaces and Cold Dead Faces

Empty rifts in space I see your cold smiling face a useless reflection I've lost your connection our hearts that once beat in sync has drifted your pulse getting softer as I breathe in your scent. Your hand slipping and all I can do is watch your beauty fade if I could I'd reach inside suck the poison out make everything ok but as my last memory fades all I can see is empty space but your silhouette always remains