Art Piece

After the death and what resides I suppose

Your spirit flows through the room
I feel the bass of your heart
Your eyes seep into my soul
As I sit and weep

Vines sweetly bind my wrists
To the bed we called home
All your love pours through my bones
As I scream out pain

Swirls of passion fill the room
Music flows as wind through air
Pain is not so near at all
As I get intombed by you