In Becoming a Piece of Art

I wanna give you my eyes

and unsteady neurons

every shiver of my torn heart

a speck of my soul

split into atoms up on atoms

fragments of pieces and dust

- So you can soak into beautiful memories

Until my heart caves and I cease to exist

Because I've lived a thousand lives

and died in a million of breaths

and in the end was nothing more

Then a will to create...

A thousand shards of beauty

for all these magnificent lives

That I could never once live

only touch and breathe and kiss

in lonelier nights than this.