When I said I want to be with you forever
I meant it...
I still keep your flowers on the kitchen table
A reminder of what once was and no longer is...
I shall grow very old,
within a mind shelter...
As I walked into the backyard to find my son,
I wondered how I could ever explain it to him...
My life short lived.
My death Fast coming...
When you look in the mirror
do you see someone waving at you...
Laying in bed listening to him scream,
I close my eyes and wish its all a dream...
Crimson blood seeping
Through the walls, of a frail heart...
I’ve been told many myths
about death...
As I walk alone in the pouring rain
Thoughts go through my brain again...
If only I could have saved her.
If only I could have known her name...
Shrill, the silent cry of an unborn baby.
She squawks with a squeal cry...