My breath stops on a clock,
Sitting there on the dock,
Cold even in my frock,
While I fall off the rock.

My life is over,
wishing for a four-leaf clover,

Although the wind is blowing hard,
You still have one last card,
This card is life or death,
So, you plead the fifth.

An innocent child's breath,
taken away all too soon,
as their father steps away,
wielding a spoon.

Whispering her blessing,
asking him to spare her,
as he is gently caressing
her soft, golden shoulder

The nights get longer,
When the air gets colder,
The way his touch has no warmth.
She knows the end is near.

The owl sits perched on his window,
Showing there's soon to be a widow.
Chills run through his body
Knowing that nobody
Will come to his aid
As his debts are not paid
And for the owl, now on his shoulder.

I miss you!
I Love you!
I hate you!
I hurt you!
I save you!
I bite you!
I kill you!
but you killed me first.

Why can't you see?
That your still apart of me
Through the smiles
and the laughs
Why can't you sense my tears?
You know all my fears.
I just don't understand.
Why are you not holding my hand?

Why can't everone let me go? why? all everyone is doing is just making it harder for me to let go... to end.