Three miles for the Death. Three miles for our fate.

You walk near me as you want to grant you remission of your sins.
The sin you broke me. The sin you poisoned me. Tell me, why is your hand helding my waist? Do you want to protect me from my destiny? Impossible. It's you, who guided me toward the miserable and annoying depths of a pathetic life's end. Our children's dreams are so far now, they emigrated to other distant countries, where they will be sure to come true.
We stay here at the pedestrian crossing, probably waiting that one of many cars come to mow us down. Don't be afraid, my Love, of this Death who are waiting for all of us. Don't be scared. I, I am already dead since my soft-bitter childhood where all of the blood I shed for my tears inundated my room for a Machiavellian and infernal atmosphere.
Don't scream when you'll see the shadow of the Naught coming close to us...He doesn't want to hurt us, but just catch and bring us in a place which every Human Been hopes and dreams. Don't cry, my Love, it was great and beautiful between us. So beautiful. Maybe too.

Look. The street lamp sizzles. It's done, it's our turn now. Follow the white line to not be missing at the meeting. She is coming. I feel her right here. The wind sweeps in through us like the storm makes hurricanes. Clouds were hiding the sun. The rain kills our skin. The skin burns our entrails. Entrails liquefy our organs. My blood boils in you. I go in him, in high places where nothing is the same, where everything is different. Where angels are maybe maleficient. Where the voice of demons are perhaps a benediction.

I see the car, Honey. But I can't move any more. Rooted to the spot by the light. Tetanized by Death. Take my hand, and accept with me that the Dawn, so close now, comes to meet us. Come. Take my hand, don't desert me, it's our turn. We will soon reborn. We will soon exist in other bodies, in other countries, in other dimensions. We will soon find us again.

My darling, I love you so much. So much. Maybe too.