The Art Of Staying Alive

Sing me a song.

I know we've used up every dawn,

And yet I wonder

When the scholars find our bones

A thousand years from now under

All the ashes of the earth,

Will we be together?

The only thing I know for sure.

The plates may shift

And slit your wrists,

But wear your scars.

I will follow you through the dark.

Don't be afraid.

This is the last night of our lives.

Buried in flames.

So kiss me one more time tonight.

In your darkest night

When all is lost,

I will be your light,

At whatever cost.

Let the plaster flow into

The space our bodies used

To occupy.

Let it be a record of

The love that buried us alive

Underneath the sands of time.

A testament that even after death

Love survives.

Exit the vein.

Exit the lungs.

Exit the body.

Never the heart.