Little by little
I'm dying inside
A little piece goes every day.
Each fragment, miniscule,
not seen by others...
felt by no one but me.
Shards of my heart
break off into nothing,
shattering, disintegrating,
becoming like dust.
Moment by moment
my life drips away,
like a slow-bleeding wound;
my soul will not heal.
The cuts and the scars
bleed tears from the heart.
My essence, my life,
my soul disappears.
Deep inside I languish
...my time is running short.
Teardrop by teardrop
I give myself up
to the poison I'm choosing to drink.
Each mouthful, each swallow,
filled with pain and anguish;
a stinging poison
coursing through my veins.
Antidote in hand,
I close my eyes and weep,
as I let the life drain from my body. |