The Death of A Disorder

Let’s drive together

One last time

Listen to our song

While the dark pulls you over

Still I can see

Your fingers wrinkled

From counted days

Your cheeks tired

From their seeing eyes

Lying here

Your hand in mine

with the quiet deadly

I feel our hearts

Melting

And our minds

Running out

Heads pressed

Together

Cry into each other

As I stop to say that

I must go

So you can die

And you

Turning cold

With a whisper weeping

“I must go

So you can live”