a little shiver
a little thrill
hush, my sweet
almost there
Where have you been?
Sunsets await where
your old crib went to waste.
The ones you’ve missed
are coming down from there
to welcome you in.
The song they’re singing
is something that you
recognize from your innocence.
How’s your skin?
It doesn’t glow under the sun.
Yet, your soul blinds my eyes,
I’m compelled to run.
Each time you breathe,
I ache and cry.
However, my sweet,
the end shall survive.
I have witnessed it all;
chasing, fighting, lifting, beatings.
Hush, my sweet, you’re tired,
I know.
It’s time to go.
Shall we meet?
I’m sorry, the excruciating pain
is not a part of the deal.
I am a rebel; I cannot heal.
You’re all alone in your dim room.
Shall I light a candle to ease your gloom?
Life is a choice.
I am simply a voice.
Do you still dream of strength?
Or would your rather measure
the coffin’s length?
Hush, my sweet,
do not rush.
I shall come for you
with a single touch.
Hush, my sweet, hush.
All is well at last.*
