When my bones are brittle and my muscles weak, will anyone be near who thinks life to be a miracle? As my energy flows into the earth and it’s universe, I believe it to be a curse. My vitality abandoned me long ago, finding it once more would prove to be unavailing. Wake me up before I go, and tell me I mattered; though I believe this life to be futile, your words will bring me peace. The thoughts that leave your mind alongside your breath will not encourage me to fight, but allow me to surrender.

Even with the bruises you left on my heart and the scars you left on my soul, I am beginning to resent your absence. As my figure heals and the pain fades, I am reminded that I’m forgetting you. In our time together I became accustomed to the pain that was inflicted onto my body; without your torture, my skeleton aches and my heart throbs—

When sanity has vacated my mind, and the body in which I am imprisoned has lost it’s will to exist, your love will be the solitary force that keeps me anchored to this earth—