I'll be quiet to keep you quiet. 

Don't concern yourself with my slow dying. 

Through the vents I hear you sigh. 

I don't get too high these days. 

Your floor is my ceiling. 

Lights out, you can't come in. 

If you don't remind me, I won't forget you. 

If you don't ask, I won't upset you. 

I am jet black. 

I am stone cold. 

Jet black to the center. 

Funny like a funeral. 

I need you to bury me. 

White noise in black room dust. 

These hands long for one last touch. 

Hourglass all out of trust. 

I don't scratch so I won't itch. 

I don't reach so I won't miss. 

I taste our last kiss. 

This is the cure: the same as the symptom. 

Simple and pure: break to keep fixing. 

Patiently nurse, patient and nurse. 

This is the part I wouldn't show you. 

The part where you say, "I don't even know you." 

This is your cue. 

Be glad it's through.