Chest tight, hands cold.
Darkness, my friend of old.
Again, I hear her cry, "My baby"
Again, I see death, my enemy.

Breath.

Snap, crackle, pop, as the job goes.
WE NEED TO MOVE as his pulse slows.
His eyes open, blind, no one is home.
He swings, hits, ****. While in Rome.

Breath.

Left, right, left, right.
It wasn't war, I didn't fight.
In my castle on the sand.
I watch the waving hand.

Breath.

He fights to get off the bed.
It's the bleeding in his head.
doesn't hear me, doesn't see me.
******* does he hit me.

Breath.

Long couches, long thoughts.
Life was easier, fighting over tater-tots.
"I didn't sign up for this"
One memory I wouldn't miss.

Breath.

White ceiling, dripping red.
Everything seen, he should be dead.
We'll hide him from the family.
A holiday now in infamy.

Breath.

3 am, the witching hour.
They're close, with power.
My idea, a warm embrace.
Fire can free me from this place.

Breath.

We beat on his chest, like a Wardrum.
I demand we push on, against quorum.
Look, listen, feel. Mine fast, his slow.
Problems solved, it's time to go.

Breath.

NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME!
I would, but I'm full of apathy.
MY DADDY SAID!
Love, you're lucky your not dead.

Breath.

"Good job kid, you did well."
When I heard it I nearly fell.
Yet it isn't easy this cross I bare
whenever you call, I'll be there.