By: April Mae M. Berza

Dying is another form of romance
Written in the cold-hearted testament
And romance is a surname of trance.

When flowers embrace my hands,
My hands embrace flowers you’ve sent;
To die is a new form of romance.

To accept the invitation of a dance,
I christen this newfound moment
While romance is the last name of trance.

The memories we open in cans
And cannots are slowly decaying as I scent
Dying is an added structure of romance.

When I gave birth to a million chance,
Dying each second as they underwent
A romance, a surname of trance.

The world chooses us and demands
A swift surrender to the innocent,
Dying is another form of romance
And romance is a surname of trance.