Your words,
venom dripping from your tongue...

Gone.
They shed a few tears...

Lights spark and fragment on a salty sea.
Questions flitter behind strained, tired eyes...

Gone. Finished. Over. Done.
I've said goodbye to my number one...

Antagonising shouts, piercing screams,
ripping through the core of me...

Blood trickling down my neck,
The warmth incredibly good...

Can you see the pain inside,
in the tears behind my eyes...

In the silence, they can hear
the cherubs calling their names...

The little creatures,
dainty in their nature...

A hug welcomes you
as you arrive once again...

If I were a sound, I would be the rustling of...
because I am quiet and peaceful...

Open you soul.
Hold my hand...