I was hesitant. You were not.

You were on fire. I was frigid. 

I held on to him tighter than I ever have.
Why? He asked.
I shook my head and giggled hysterically.
Why? He asked.
I sighed shakily and hid my face.
If he looks into my eyes he'll see me and I'm not really there.
And how do I tell him that I'm afraid of falling into the pit?
There it is empty and there I evolve into emptiness too.
Yet I am empty.
I want to let go, but of what?
A shadow.
The shadow.
A darker darkness than darkness.
I'm dead and dragging him with me.
We'll have fun, it'll be a beautiful life. I say.
Still I cover my face.
'Cause death is ever apparent in these cold eyes.