Thinking of you- as the rain falls-
All of these tears which burn
fiery paths of hurt down my
face and on my neck- where I
can't swallow or breathe - can
this choking be the end? Yes-
but the pain has just begun
as the heart thirsts for love
but only soaks in anguish - which
drains it of life - tearing
a jagged scar- a raw wound
open and screeching - echoing
through a tortured mind -
then time is the enemy -
all that remains
is a skeleton of
agonistic spirit -
singing a haunting melody -
"I'll love you to the bitter end. "
