don't you see how lightning fractures the sky
causing the heavens to weep?
love at first sight was destructive, after all
the psyche begins to deteriorate
an obsession, a fixation, left to fester and rot
inside a host unwilling to let go
for the lightning is all that powered my heartbeat
and without it, without my love, i would die
now i know, it would be a mercy to lie in my grave
instead of yearning to lie beside you each night
would you administer the coup de grâce?
so that pain can be the last thing you make me feel
but i'd build you a throne of my bones
i'll worship you even in death
for if i don't have my own beating heart
i aim to steal yours