I fight myself awake every morning, dragging my lifeless body out of bed because I am so tired of trying to deal with the reality that you're gone. And you're not coming back.
The darkness of the night swallowed everything whole like a vicious beast Piles of sorrow pointed accusingly at the sky Transparent swords clung to the jagged edges of the frosty mountains Waiting to stab the ground They stood in line to ice the burn of bombs As houses spat out the acrid taste of fear through the gaping hole of their walls The ground trembled in fear of being split The earth gargled on shades of blood Your hands frantically clenched and dug To find what was lost In it what was perhaps the most beautiful secret about life That it has to end Peace will come In the abyss of the afterlife