The day before yesterday i had you in my arms,
i had your hands within mine.
but i guess somewhere along our time, each of us passed a line.
every time i look onto my hand,
the spaces between my fingers are alone.
your fingers were the gaps in between.
i realize how blind i've been.
without you, my arms are empty,
i cannot face reality.
as i lay here without you smiling.
the music i hear is deafening.
without your voice,
everything sounds silent...
my days seem longer.
death becomes fonder.
i rest my head against empty palms,
my nerves are acting up.
you look so beautiful...
how can i withstand?
i want you more every passing minute...
every second.
take a deep breath,
take a plunge of death...
no longer crying, no longer mourning.
the pain has ceased, let the torture begin.