Oxygen
one hundred percent of people who breathe oxygen die.
one hundred percent of people who do not breathe oxygen are dead.
you are oxygen.
every moment i breathe you is a moment
closer to death.
and each i don't is a moment
even closer.
i am stuck in a paradox
a never ending cycle
stuck in between death and nearer death.
each moment with you prolongs
my unavoidable fate.
but if it is unavoidable
why even try
care?
i am not doing harm to myself.
no
i am okay
fine actually.
and you?
there. that's what's wrong.
you.
when i am gone
who will be there to breathe my lovely oxygen?
you my dear will be left behind.
left to fill up the earth
until there is only you and nothing else.
as it should be.
but will you get lonely?
sad or scared?
i musn't leave you
that would be cruel.
help me dear.
prolong my depressing end.
don't leave me love.
for though i will die
you give me life.
life i share with you.
in life i can breathe all you want.
only the living can breathe
my dear darling oh two.
don't leave me love.
even in death
which we both know is coming
stay with me.
decompose my body.
let flowers grow from my bones.
and the world will be full
of you
my dear darling oh two.