It's raining,
the grief and the tears on his face
unbearable to look at, only making me despise him more
Hearing him grieving over the sound of her living
The cruel reality
Seeing him reject her death
In denial
But I know she was the only warmth that made him whole
watching your tears running down her gravestone.
I'm afraid you lost yourself

Like a empty room in a abandoned house
She was silent
Her thoughts were loud
The wind screams through out her logic

Why does she stay; if she can’t live
Why does she live; if she has to stay

Can she make it much further
She would smoke a cigarette just to feel her mother’s lungs in her
Coughing and pretending it burned
because she missed the sound of her living.
In the end she was alone again.