Come with me, my dear
There's nothing left to bloom or wither.
We will swim unscared,
Through this stream of aching tremors.
And when this world implodes,
We will float through space untethered
To long forgotten homes
Where children sleep in beds of embers.
Smoke signals will rise,
In spirals spelling out our pleasure.
How sweet it is to die,
When I can burn with you forever.