Smooth as the rain

The Nesecity of being afraid is no longer required.
I'll try to make this rhyme.
When your heart is dry, when your heart has Died.
In grief you lay, in grief you die.
But I hold your hands fragile as twigs, smooth as the rain.
I kiss your neck, and tell you that I love you.
Make me die, make me die.
Your face is pretty and you kiss my face.
Make me die oh make me die.
In my artificial drug influenced apartment
Make me die, you die as I die.
I love you love, I lay next to you
I'm happy, I could cry.
In the middle of the unexpected.