The Missing

I can lie on top of you

And feel your heartbeat

Which is in rhythm to mine

But once I am away

My heart slows down

Derails from its casket

And paints its hues

In an ugly old fashioned way

Bleeding and Breathing

Both slow and dead

Your beats rejuvenate mine

And i wake up from the state

of my living dead

Wanting to hold you

And hug you

When the world is faraway

Long gone and slept.