Your fingers mourned
in grey hues of regression
veins saturated by
malignant execution
We spoke final words
of love and sorrow
for there was no chance
of another tomorrow
Your pulse now peals
a toll of liberation
away from this pain
and cruel devastation
I shall weep for your hour
and what it reminds
your chime now silenced
by mortality's binds
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
Your fingers mourned
in grey hues of regression
veins saturated by
malignant execution
We spoke final words
of love and sorrow
for there was no chance
of another tomorrow
Your pulse now peals
a toll of liberation
away from this pain
and cruel devastation
I shall weep for your hour
and what it reminds
your chime now silenced
by mortality's binds
