A king and a queen,
the ideally perfect team...

When did you feel the need to distance me,
from everything- everything you saw...

You say that I need to prove I'm real,
I don't see the point here...

People will always have expectations of us,
we can never change that...

As everything slowly dies away,
and all I see is your face dimming at my bedside...

How can life lack this much sense,
how does it get away...

It's a knife that will not quit,
As the blood splats onto the marble flooring...

I want to know everything that you yearn to say...
to know the things that you've never considered...

Trapped down with gravity am I,
Though you are soaring free as a bird...

The one that was never in the pictures,
The one that could find a way to keep distance...

There must be an escape,
up, down, left, right...

Hands are steady,
Nothing feels real anymore...