Watching the Shadows - 12/18/2003
Watching the shadowsCreep over our mouths
Covering up words we
Meant to say.
I feel so full of life
But watching you breath
Makes me feel dead.
Searching for a heart beat
That sometimes ceases to exist.
As I watch you sleep
The shadows rolling over your eyes.
I feel I could kill you now
And you would die happy;
At peace.
But for once the blood on my hands
Makes me feel sick.
The thought of what now
looks like perfect skin
to be pierced, and torn, and to bleed.
It seems sacrilegious.
AVOID KILLING THE ANGEL AT ALL COSTS.