Jon: The Knife

Now I know, now I see
As I think about you every waking moment
As I imagine your warm breath on my neck
As I imagine your light touch on my skin
You don't even know I am alive
You don't even care that I breathe

Your thoughtlessness is a knife
Slicing deep across my throat
Red life pouring out of my body
Pooling at your feet
Mixing with your paints
As you create another empty masterpiece

I am lucky my heart beats no longer for you
Grateful as the blackness closes over my eyes
Ending the anguish of being alive and alone
Life is now replaced with mere being
I thank you my love, my darling
For now I only exist

From Whence you Came