Our happy ending

I'll be here, 'waiting',

His last words,

I am now awake,

(I'll be here, 'waiting',)

I stare down at his gravestone,

I'll be here, 'waiting'

carved into the lichen covered tomb.

My angry

(tears)

hands dig into his

(grave)

resting place.

Broken glass from old beer bottles and thorns from dead roses left from family poke my skin.

Blood covers my hands and soaks into the awaiting ground.

I scream,

My bloodied hands scream at me in pain.

Pain is good anymore, I can actually feel something.

I know my cries won't bring him back,

but maybe, it'll leave me mute for the rest of my life.

Just so others don't know about my pain.

Weights and knives

Every passing day,
My heart has another weight put on it.
I know who I serve.
And trying to
(break free)
leave is impossible.
Slay myself?
Heh, tried that, I'm here now, aren't I?
I don't know why he doesn't let me die,
He knows I'm 'happy'.
He enjoys my poisenous tears,,
And my childish fears.
But he deosn't know,
He's next.

Chained and beaten

The blood that binds me to him,
Chained to his bed as a dog chained to his rotting house.
Bound to his heart.
I now regret my bond,
and I wish I chose death.
I wish I had never bled just to give him life.
My tears are my poisen,
bringing forth his lust.
I am a slave to his desires,
Am I now free?
No, he still has me, (chained and beaten),
Till the day he reawakes.
And that day,
May just be my last.