Laying awake
pain burning clean
like raw skin
burned free from infection

tears come down
at wanted passion
that never could exist
impossible

an answer
a whisper in the dark
to heal the pain
should i listen
should i dance to death's tune?

Should i let my blood flow true
through and through
the bedsheet and the pillows
staring up at a never moving sky of paper stars

watch them fade
like when the sun rides across
in true morning
real daylight
to see my wall animated true
one sweet time

just..to make it stop
would it be worth it
would he remember
would he love still
With all the questions
steel gives truer answer than the heart...