These

Shadows of leaves.
The memories, left on
my stained sleeves.

The beauties
behind life's twists;

Can be matched,
to our bright dawn's
lingering mists.

Like a lasting
adrenaline sparked,
sweet and pure kiss.

Thus rendering one,
so utterly left
in perpetual, powerful
complete bliss.

Take an intense
and poisonous, deep
dragging, dark breath.

Now, no need ever,
to crave unnervingly,
such an entranced death.

These strong drugs
soon, will lead to a
dimmed unrest.

The last and final
true passing,
of life's incomparable test.