Kisses could kill back then.
A simple touch where a masochistic torture.
Shame-less nights ended in pleasure screams or unbearable silence.
Our love became a poison we drank for months.
Depression sinking in.
Fighting with teeth and claw.
Violence became a second partner.
Killing everything we actually loved.
Everything ends at some point.
Make it through on our own.
Seeing things in another perspective.
Seeing other persons.
We have heard the warning bells,
And death have taking his toll.
So just shut up and kiss me.
And let us see the end together again.