In the shadow of departure, in the time it takes to dissipate,

I know you’ll have your questions, so I’m here to illustrate

for you the season of undoing in the hurried hush of fates

uncoiling in the dampest corner of the last forbidden space.

Let me remind you of the sounds that in your life may still surround

your every movement and the pounding of your heart that’s fallen down.

Like violent chemistry, we’re dancing to the rhythm of this fantasy,

the memory of life will be my shelter and my captor…

Should I try to keep you here among the living and the willing,

or should I hold you tight until your soul just slips away from me?

Let me remind you, this choice is not made easily.