If hell is knowing what it is to touch you

Then I will burn a thousand times over

Char my very skin until

My fingers could no longer feel the sensations of you

How I would give up my soul

Just to be near you

To see the world through the tremendous 

Brown of your eyes

A ghost that follows you into the hereafter

There with you

As the psyche is separated for its journey

I your guide to the Asphodel Meadows

You and I together

Within the same embers

That is our love