Mutual agreement, soft whispers in the dark, Dismal discussion for two souls made one!

Loving motions and emotions bare and stark, With money and contacts anything can be done.

His eyes closed at last on a hot summer’s eve, Soul mesmerised to remain captive in the body. An agonizing cry, petrified tree unable to leave, Organs amassed in canopic jars, draining the body.

With needle and dust from dust he is corrected, Spirit howls in the night falling on deaf ears.

Their ideas once nightmarish, now defective,

She wails for her loss through his bloodied tears.

In the quiet dawn her head rests on his stitched chest, Motionless he slumbers buried alive in life’s form.

Desperate for departure, locked from heaven’s breast, She cannot suffer a second loss; they weep both forlorn.

Her eyes closed at last on a cool winter’s morn, Soul mesmerised to depart freely from her body. In solitude he drinks awaiting their paid scorn, Desperate to slumber under her stiff, cool body.

Once his money is well spent and liver is full, He brings her to the waiting, paid reaper’s car. Consciousness wanes and he dives into the call, To live forever in another life, a world so far.

Waking briefly, under soil suffocating in their mire, Her icy body presses against him. Lucid moment,

His own words haunt him; no fire on their death pyre.

Panic wells and subdues in their personal convent.

There, in their bed their fates were proposed,

Sacrifices made to never be torn apart, Sacrifices which, by society would be opposed, For their death’s wish formed a garish art. ‘When I’m gone,’ the conversation started, with ghoulish, black heart.