Do you hear the sound deformed of the end of the world to approach?

Do you hear the sound deformed of the end of the world to approach? Do you feel your body to change under the violent thorough one? Bad wind come to sweep us. I see you shivering, me to tremble. I have badly all to see from to go away. I would like to hang up again me with the idea that nothing still passed. That all can arrive. I would like to awake me, always to hope. In triviums, details, all these things which hurt me and which I liked. I cannot any more, I do not know. What to touch, your skin, your hands, to kiss you. To twist the fate, to entreat it. To retrogress in the misted silence of our shared moods. To wish themselves, bicker, devour themselves, find themselves. You tell me that one should not panic. But I am afraid of the idea to give up us. More than the wind sweeping your hair gotten mixed up. More than suffers it from the awaked volcano. Who approaches, will burn us. There remain still a few seconds to be imagined. To seek the word, the gleam which will be able in your eyes to sparkle. I could tell you that I loved you. It is too banal, it is… Sad and blade summarized of all that you brought to me. The end of the world will consume us. Nothing to leave of what one was. I do not want to mark the history, nor to even remain. I cannot any more look at you. The black wrapped us.  It will be necessary to forget.  There will be the vacuum then eternity. Cold, our carbonized bodies. Perhaps our mixed dust? They will continue to attract each other. It is the idea that I want to take along whereas my body is quartered, broken. Will Remain this only truth. That we will continue to love us. In spite of our crumbled bodies. Forever. In the dust of the disseminated lapse of memory.