Beyond you ,Beyond me.

An endless river that sings a song.
You wonder what she wants to say but ,no, she doesn't like to wait.
She hops and hops and suddenly she stops.
She likes to water those tiny grapes.
She could see a kite above.
And that is all she could possibly chase

Tired of the music, she smiles.
And yet again she holds your soul into her tiny hands.
She puts you inside a box.
And wraps you carefully,
with all she's got

You cant breathe, you say.

So she turns you over and makes a candle of you.
She lights you on fire and watches you burn.
She holds you as she waltz's around.
Sings to you one final
time.
Lie down with me, she says.

You are dying ,you say.

She puts you out of your misery,
but she cant lift you anymore.
You've burnt her tiny hands ,you see.
So she caresses you softly as she wraps you around her.
Over and over and over again, till you immerse into her.
You are me and I am you now, you say.
I hope you are doing okay? she smiles
It feels warm, you say.

She bathes in the moonlight.
So you can feel it sink into you.
So it can heal your wounds.
You feel like a dream, she says, as she touches herself.
You smile like I smile, you say.


Do you think you can forgive me?, she says.
You stare at her in the reflection of the moon.
But you don't talk back.
You are too deep.
Way inside.
You cant hear her anymore.

I can feel you breathing out of me,she says,
as she feels you crawling through to her spine.
You sigh for words don't matter anymore,
hoping she 'd feel the grasp.
She's lost in the paradise of her favorite dream.
She likes herself more than she ever did before.
She can feel you rising and falling every time she breathes.

Easy.. Easy, she says.
Do you want to take over completely?

You cant hear her anymore. you say.
I cant hear you either, she says.
In spite of the irony.

You shout harder from inside of her and she can feel you tremble,
but she cant hear you anymore, no.
She calls for you as you immerse deeper and deeper into her soul.
Say something ,she says.
Anything,she says.

You cry  for clarity as the frenzy grows on to you.
She cries in tender pain with the thought of suffocating you.

She looks at the moon for help.
And all she can see is a wonderful halo burning around its vanity.
Perhaps you laugh at the fate of our souls?
Perhaps you  know which one of us would give up?
Perhaps you know how it ends?
Perhaps you care?
Perhaps you don't?
She watches the halo grow brighter, as the music fades away.