"Speak to me"  She said  "of all my peaks and valleys."
I shivered at the thought, of expressing my perspectives.
"whisper to me then" She spoke "if you are stuck in fearing"
And at that moment I lost my hearing.
I looked at her, so frail
Suspended by the void,
she want so badly to grow
but her body had  been destroyed.
Yet she smiles now on this occasion
asking me to express my view,
yes she smiles now with her skin turning blue.
Dying before me she smiles as she talks
"tell me love," she whispers hush "what am i to you"
Silence still falls upon us,
except for my waning breath
and her crumbling Inquiries.
Just die already my sweet heart,
I have nothing for you here.