This is the story
About when I was murdered
Hysterically unhappy
Stabbed me from behind
Through all the layers of dreams
I hardly felt a thing
Until each one was pierced
And burst slowly
Hissing in silent protest
A part of me seeped away
And I didn't notice it until it was gone
In its place was the most overpowering filling
Of nothingness
A deep aching emptyness
Since then I've been in search
Of arms that would wrap around
Like bandages to cover the hole