...Your last days ahead with a hard look, a piercing stair, think of me.
View your days with happy smiles, grins a nods.
For your everlasting breath is near...
What else is worth holding onto, then your happiness?
Breaking it up, saving your eyes for something other than myself.
As in silent motion, white faced petals face a breeze stronger than hate, love or misery.
Polishing our living memory of what is lost and burned.
Etched into our retinas as an everlasting kiss.
Nestled near, ready to rise and outshine the sorrow
etched upon our face; hating that rusty nail, as it's driven into the metal.
Lowering into the ground.
As in a silent motion picture I feel the wetness seeping down the blackness that is my heart.
Feeling the flames of what used to be and the ice that is now.
Never forgetting all the while....
As I say in this dreary sleep, this nightmare.
Think of me without your hatred, remorse and sorrow.
Remember the days of happiness, grins and nods.
Remember me, instead of spending your days....
With every breath,
There is nothing else worth holding onto,
Then your happiness.