To Celia

It's sad to say)
That me dying is the best dream,
The most satisfying love is held within the ghost of thee,
Buried beneath the skin that burns oh so bright,
Sudden air and flames
Suffocate another starry night.
Rest assured that I'll hold you in my arms,
But save you from a dying dream?
That's a little harder than holding your hand,
But please catch me if I fall.
This ghost has taken to the sky
With failed attempts of killing me
I guess now I will take off into the sky
Where I hope I'll die
(This pain is more than I can take, this dagger is deep, I cannot wake)