it's true that I have no clue how much longer time will give us together
but by god, I will try. I will try to stretch that time into forever
this world can't keep me from you, it couldn't even shove me head first into death before we met, I bared my fingernails into the dirt and clawed my way out by force
a zombie boy, who's end is a million times overdue, and I'm still stood here next to you
zombie boys don't last forever though, that's also true
everytime I lay down I imagine I'm rotting into a flower bed decorated with mushrooms.
this grief, this exhaustion, it weighs heavy on me because I'm past my expiration date
but then death will have to get over it and receive me a bit late
like the decorated bat wedding band on my fragile ring finger,
even if you leave early I will stretch this time into forever
you die? I die. I die? you die. this is the endgame. me and you in matching coffins, spending an eternity side by side
this love has far outgrown any physical body that holds us anyways
(my reasoning for this chapter: I like zombies and I like love too)
