One last treatment.

Why did the stars have to take the one I loved? (FIRST TIME ON THIS WEBSITE...😞😓

His bones are too frail to move forward
No matter how hard I work
I find our progress reversing.

As I hold my lover, I feel him becoming colder and colder
His skin so wet,
But still so dull.
His breathing is slow, never picking up speed.

The stars have worked against us, dooming us over and over.
Why have they chosen him?
Why couldn't it have been me?

I held his wound, but I knew it was no use.
His blood had drenched him all over.
Why did the stars have to take my luminous love?
I begged the sky to give him back as I held him.
Give my star back his light.

Emil, respond.
Why won’t you respond?