X-PRESS BEFORE DEATH

Kiss my lips when I have died.
Will you?
What for?
The person that was inside,
Isn't in there,
Anymore.

Will my motionless hand,
Be something you'd want to hold?
What's the point in touching it,
When it will be stone cold?

I won't feel your touch.
My body will be a shell.
But I can feel your touch right now,
While I'm alive and well.

So while my heart is still beating,
Let me know what might be in yours.
For how can my arms welcome you,
After this life has closed its doors.

Around 2003