Two lost souls

[Achebe]

One more bag
To put me right
Downward spiral
Dizzying flight

Meet me at the bottom
Where emptiness prevails
We'll plot our course 
And set our sails

We'll make love gently
Or we could just fuck
We'll try to fly   
But find ourselves stuck
     
My heart beats slow
Your pulse grows weak
Our demons stirr
And begin to speak    

This heat in our stomach
Poisons warm embrace
Death moves in
And shows its face

since this is 'Misc', you're not after detailed crit.
my issue with this poem is that it's a set of disjointed stanzas with an over-use of unconnected metaphors (crashing plane, sailing, then something about dying and demons, and then dying). even after reading it several times, I'm not sure whether the entire poem is in fact about the plane crash metaphor. if so, then S2 makes zero sense. and sure, you can have your inner demons speak generally, but what's that got to do with the plane crash metaphor?
reason has been sacrificed for rhyme in several places.