Ashes to Ashes, Man to Man.

Our hearts unwind within each other
sparking the beginnings of a wonderful thing
that people still believe impure.
Go back to Purgatory, where you belong,
oh wait, it doesn’t exist any longer.

We were so close, you and I, from what we wanted.
Someone there for us, Someone to hold on to, and come to.
No one believed it was right, or beautiful.
Humans aren’t much for such beauty.

We started out as just two friends closer than them.
We held each other in much higher esteem.
Our eyes flashed desire, but it was still foreign to us.
We didn’t want to admit that we were different.
Maybe, it’ll go away in time, if you ignore it long enough.
We both know that we’re just fish outta water.
We  flap until we die, or fall back in.

Flesh to flesh, bone to bone, hand in hand, both very zoned.
It was brighter than any emotion, I had ever known.
What happened?
Were we just two cymbal crashes away from love?
Heart struck, and bloodied?
Is this repentance for a false sin?

We withstood the powers that drove to tear us apart
A society that craved so much perfection, and we defied it.
We weren’t perfect, and we expressed it, we were real, just the puppeteers.
Molotov and Fag Gernades launched throughout our home
concealing us within a wall of flames, and embers.
No time to write anything on the walls.
A government yet to care about its people.
Love isn’t Homicide, its suicide in our case.
We never needed anyone, and finally
as the flames lick up our skin,
our ashes may finally come together into one.
Together forever, in life, and in death.