Their hands entwine, thin and pale,
Fingers twisting, stretched and frail.
Their love is whispered, sharp and deep,
A sickness neither dares to keep.

He watches her with hollow eyes,
A starving man, a beast disguised.
She shivers soft beneath his breath,
Both drunk on love, both starved for death.

No world beyond, no hope, no door,
Only each other, forevermore.
Together alone, in their distorted art,
Two lost souls, one beating heart.