Last Drops of Love

Her skin was peeling and melting onto the tip of my tongue, I mean we only had the warmth which we produced, stuck in a cabin that the mountain had forgotten when it crumbled down tearing to peices anything not under cover.
The heroes we had worshipped had gone into some deep isolation, we heard deaths tap on the hollow piece of the door but all the snow that barricaded the cabin didn't let in even the faintest scream.
We knew of sanity but only as a mere myth, we knew love but only as death's trick of comfort.

I didn't know of this kind of rebirth, I didn't know I could find some loveliness in desperation but there you were, so alive, even in the deadliest moments of curiosity, how?
When you looked at me with hope didn't you know that I had to break your smile in two when I told you that there's no way through, no faces would be able to recognize ours, no more would the stars play the symphonies I had wrote for you.

To pass the time and ease the mind I kissed you with every bit of fear I had collected, It wasn't love that boiled my blood but it replaced it's flame and when I didn't touch your hair with the rivers of my heart I touched it with the curse which had been bestowed upon me by the blizzard of ice.
So I picked from the latches of your flesh every bit of clothes till the only thing that covered you was me, I was taken over by saint's, scared that tomorrow might not come and at that moment I was stuck, stuck in the simplest bat of the eyes, stuck on the lovely breathe of fate, stuck on the way your hands collected mine and rearranged themselves into a figure so divine.
The heat of the room was becoming overwhelming, your pussy was so tight that my heart started wailing, it cried a cry that dreamed of dry land, I cried too, not for hope but instead for you, I felt a pain unlike any other because I knew no one would experience your grace again, no one could sit and admire the wind that you undressed, you would never make anyone lonesome and what sorrow that was, what a pain there was to be experienced.

You said to me "What's the point of life if we can't walk together down the crooked streets, there's no reason to go through misery if you're not there to throw acid on the corpse of yesterday with me."
So I said to you that I didn't care about living as long as I held you in every last drop of infinity.
Endless and together
Whether dead or alive
We hold each other forever.