What starts, never stops.

I'm the beginning
of the end,


with my deathly fires that burns light into space, and chains with locks that ties along my
world with a satisfying 
      click. 
I'd be stuck with you and breathe with you at the end of the beginning

with memories that pass and thunderous 

         shudders that 

shake my being.

And when I end with no more beginnings I'd drag a knife down my chest, between my 
          ribs and explode with the air and happiness,
and I'd rest in solitude and peace when 


I'd start over, with You. 

At the beginning with no 


endings.