Death and All His Friends

You know what, Hun?

I wish we were seventeen.

That way I could return all the innocence

That you have given to me

And another thing, love!

I wish that reality could just keep away.

For just a few minutes!

That way, all our time

Would stop escaping our grasp.

Also, my angel,

I wish that we had no regrets

That those paths we trekked,

That those hadn't misled us.

That they hadn't disillusioned us.

And one last thing, my sweet, bleeding rose,

I wish that Death

And all his friends

Had never noticed you.