A thing of the past

She reminds me of myself the way she clings to me the way I clung to her untill I got hurt and I don't want that to happen to her.

So keep away, it's not yours to touch, it's not yours to hold, we're all alone and we're all growing old, so just let go.

We connect in the dark, we ignite a spark, as I sigh she groans, pressing bones to bones.

As she collapses in a heap I watch her still lifeless skin, so frail so thin and like this bond we share it will never last, life has a way of changing too fast.

We spill our seed inside vessels that wont last untill the future becomes a thing of the past.