Death Bed

The bed where death lay crying,
Is where I rest my head,
In sleep, in quiet slumber,
Where you may think me dead.
This bed where I am laying,
Smells of lies and selfish fears,
And that pain that you have hidden
But felt through all these years.

Did you cry when you lay here,
As I do right now?
Did you think you were alone here,
Knowing not: when, where, or how?
I still feel you here,
The ghost of all your pain.
These heartless, cold emotions,
That I have yet to drain.

So sleep now in this silence,
A noise deadly and cruel.
Let me take away your fiery pain,
And know that I am true.
I'll save you from yourself,
I'll save me from... me.
And kill these emotions,
Make them what they were meant to be.