Approaching Zero

Denoument

I want you to know that it's as heavy as an iron cage.

It traps me and makes me bitter.

Oh, my dear, your love is too heavy and mine is as fragile as make believe.

To kiss you goodbye will be a failure and a triumph.

It will be recarving that hallow in my body you fill so well.

It will burn and it will sting, but muscles heal.