Dead Lukewarm Lovers

I do not want to go like most do. I want something a little more.  I want to die with love stuck in my head, heard deep in my ears, felt with my hands and alive in my walk. I do not know if I have the courage to do this, I may be destined to settle in the dust of the dead lukewarm lovers, the bags under eyes, sleepy hollow faces. Let me dip my pen into ink, and scrawl before I go…