Two coffins for sleep.
One for you, one for me.
We'll be there eventually.
In the dark of our graves our bodies will decay.
I wish you'd never change.
How lucky I ever was to see
the way that you smiled at me.
Your little bird chest and your featherless wings.
All the things I have yet to lose will someday be gone too/got to.
Back into annihilation.
All things will fade, maybe it's better off that way.
I wish I could keep you with me.