untitled.

I think I've got a few good lines, but the rhythm is bonkers.

what could be better than love on a platter?
our heartbeats are numbered but why does it matter?
our fingers can lace like the fears in your mind
we'll shut our eyes and leave reality behind
we spend so much time fearing our death
but each worry just takes away another breath
let your imagination erase your existence
we'll be corpses in love; our persistence
to discover our future will be engraved on our tombs
and we'll die happy, leaving space for those in the womb
we'll be heroes unnamed, i can promise you this:
and for certain, our lives won't be missed
so join me eternally, for the emotions i feel
could be saved forever, and forever kept real
don't make me lose the only chance i've got
to close my fingers on something i'm not.