As I lay on your chest,
Your arms hug and surround me like a nest,
Fear and worry became your guest,
As the darkness took over my rest.

You held md close,
As I had an overdose,
I laid their in a cold breathless pose,
As o had turned into a dying rose.

I could feel your shaking fingers,
Runs Dow my neck in search of a pulse that lingers,
Rekindled our touch with our entwining ringers,
Felt you gasp towards my cold fingers.

My organs curl up in a bunch,
My gaze was...