FOR THE HOPELESS ONE

You faced me with frozen sight
That is when I realized the hanging was always near
The falling from the scaffold was equivalent
- in astronomic units -
to the way up to you
Although I had been searching for you for all my life 
I knew I would be doing it in my death time, too

I want the air to hold me till I reach you
My soul is travelling in the void behind the killer’s bullet.