Too few words too late,
hemlock arrives wrapped in fate.
Why does it happen in love so great?
Difficult to know in this state.
Air is sparse and breath is thin,
and the colours have turned grey.
Feels like this moment is the last,
in such silence, I continue to pray.
Passion is not about love,
neither is possession.
Its the state of the soul,
that\'s my impression.
I feel it in the sky around me,
at times it feels like the sea.
It is in everything, everywhere,
that surrounds me.
I don\'t await for you now,
despite you being very dear.
You are dissolved in this air,
and she whispers in my ear.
You will never die,
ever in my thoughts.
I just keep wondering
by connecting the dots.