Scratching at the windows and the door, the world could not wait to kill us.
They got in so slowly, with distractions and memos, with forgotten dinners and missed calls.
No.
The world could not wait to kill us.
And I clutched you close, and I swear: I wished on every wish, that neither of us would fall.
But, no.
The world could not wait to kill us.
And we died.
