Fear
of what?
degradation soiling infiltrating
every relation stuck in waiting.
Every move so preoccupied
procrastination is alive.
But she is scared to die
And so am i.
I can’t leave anything behind
No matter how i try.
Everything seems so new
Like if i lose anything i lose you.
But we both know that’s not true.
And death with will eat both of us too.
And even then we will not lose
Whose to say the next is lost
When no one knows the going cost.
