Two lost souls

[Stateofmind]

One more bag
To put me right
Downward spiral
Dizzying flight

Meet me at the bottom
Where emptiness prevails
We'll plot our course 
And set our sails

We'll make love gently
Or we could just fuck
We'll try to fly   
But find ourselves stuck
     
My heart beats slow
Your pulse grows weak
Our demons stirr
And begin to speak    

This heat in our stomach
Poisons warm embrace
Death moves in
And shows its face