So many words have been spoken,
Written in these scars...
Shaking in bed,
Its just a dream I'm told...
"She's not breathing... CLEAR!! Come on look at me...
Those are the last things I heard...
Writing,
Escapes...
Its seven in the morning,
I look at the clock...
Sitting patiently,
Awaiting the news...
As I walk around,
I see so many others happy...
I lay in my bed with this silence,
As most people are closing their eyes...
Here we are,
Just me, myself, and I...
Many words have been spoken,
Many tears have been shed...
"I love you",
"I promise I'll never let you go...
What Am I?
I'm a fallen angel...