Ashes of Life

I'd lay for you, my dear,
in a bed of ashes.
Maybe,
this will help ending
my whole life burning.

It'll help me stop
dropping this pale blood,
trapped in transparent eyes,
slipping my soul away,
discovering my aim to breathe.

I'd like, my dear, to
put a dot on these sentences,
hust because they say too much
about how I feel now.
It's no good, but not useless at all.

Knowing my feelings, my dear,
You can kill me...