They traced my bones from running their fingers on your temples, your brain throbs my name, these neurons carry my history, you were initially marked to carry my spirit, love was meant to live here

I was spreading tumors in your membrane, hoping they would slow you down and teach you how to enjoy sunsets and sunrises, to Marvel at God’s creation, you forgot to feel the earth after you lost her love

You were never made to hide, to live a simple life, to be so dejected, you die a little everyday you have to live, you die because you don’t know how feel with your fingertips and your soul, your bones are dry they wait to turn to dust

I wanted you to cry, so you don’t have to carry so much, i lived in your darkest cave that I realised your mind is a prison, you were sick, spiritually sick, you were bleeding Heaven all over my universe, so I stayed in your mind and died there, hoping to fix whatever memory put you in this coma…