point-zero (the tragedy)

…her wings spread across crusifixion zero…
…and she wants me by her side…
…so i kneel there…
…and she contains reflections of the past…
…in the failing whites of her eyes…
…as i bring her head to the ground…
…(she was my machine and fascination)…
...now struggling moon-lit
...fighting for breath...
…and her skin at absolute-zero...
...chilling the night beneath moon-faces...
...and she’s constricting the last moments…
…around her soul…
...trying not to drift off...
...like holding back tears...
…but she’s fading to sleep…
…and i bring her hands to the gun…