You started to decay, your body slowly broke into a fragmented flesh.
I stared in a deadness, your softening skin felt so fresh.
A dark blood appeared, trickled under the left nostril.
I rubbed it, and we stayed in a ominous still.
Death could not touch you, you stared back in a starch glare, with pain.
The clouds muttered, came along a scuffling rain.
I kissed your fingers, closed your eyes. Faded alongwith us, our little lies.
The furnace lit up, I gazed at horror to leave you alone.
I wailed, cracked the brittle bone.
Au Revoir.
Feat. Near Light by Ólafur Arnalds
