LOST

Summary: This is a poem that can be from the point of view any character on the show, I guess. Mainly those who died though.

Already dead, I met you

We danced around the fire

Our show of feelings flaming

With our passion and desire

The others watched us, silent

As together our limbs wove

Our lips and bodies, dying

As our broken spirits rose

Our pasts so far from perfect

Our lives so far from new

Our spirits far from innocent

Our hearts so far from used

The pains that wracked our bodies

The ones that made me cry

Consumed all of my gracefulness

Killed all light in your eyes

The lies we spun around us

That kept us trapped like flies

The silken strands are snapping

Cleansing us of our disguise

I think as I lay dying

We were never meant to be

But I'd rather to have met you than

Be the one I used to be