Through beaded tears, and trembling body
the wil-o-wisp of fears leave you tiered and groggy
your pain is as an iron blade on the tongue
a matalic mixture of sorrow and angush that extend for so long
ah that you would find some relief
that your hunched form may straighten to joy's belief
but these are only my wishes, inconsiquntial
try as I might they will never prove to be influential
I would hold your trembling form
and in doing, offer what little comfort that I may afford
For your agony feels as if it is my own
and betwist us I pray a healing balm be born
for there is no joy in isolation
compounded by pain's desolation
But all things constant, if another were to wade into the icy waters
the cold as slicing knives to the skin
with the knowlege that there would be naught but suffering
but with the intent to suffer with you
Then we would but clutch to each others trembling forms
and within pains bitter writhing cold
we would find peace, as our journey to the dark abyss began to unfold
For my love for you extends as a bridge between us two
Know that you need not suffer alone
I shall stand as a home from the pain you you knew
and I would stay and suffer with you