The ground is full of teeth, my dear. It is swallowing us up, grinding our meat and digesting us into nothingness.Tombstone teeth, my love. It's strange, is it not, that we put monuments of our deaths where we can all see them? Why do we want to remind ourselves of our cripling mortality, my one and my all, why do we want to drink in death with our eyes?Why do our wills not crumble my love?We don't cry, anymore. The graveyard, with it's air like a floating corpse in the sea, no longer terrifies us.It should.
If there should ever come a time When you no longer care to talk to me, When your gaze slips past my faceOr stares straight though me.If the utterance of your lips Should no longer be adressed to meAnd your words and laughter wrap around The body of another.If you should ever come to treat meWith a metallic indifference Look at me without emotion Without feeling the faintest of flickerings in your heart.Then, my love, my eternal hope of spring,That is the time where I will take my life.If you won't have it No one will.
I've realised that everyone is just trying to carve out a life for themselves. Recently, I've been thinking of people as little worms, biting and slithering their way through a large rock, trying to fight their way to the blinding sunlight. People meet, help, hinder, get lost and die.Then sometimes I think of life as being caught in a tumultuous wave, tossing you around with contempt until you no longer have any idea of time, space, location or self. Life is not as easy as I once thought. Nor is it as hard. Ot just is, always and forever.
Make me immortal with a kiss. That is all we ask for, isn't it my love? Just the opportunity to be immortal. To live forever.We don't have to be alive for this to happen, do we dear? Of course not. As long as we remain in memories, pose in photos and have our words read, we live on. Death scares me, my darling. It should scare you, too. It should scare everyone, frighten them into madness. Make me immortal with a kiss, my love. It is all we can hope to achieve in this flickering, fleeting life of ours.