Calling out into the canyon, Echoing, echoing, echoing. Sometimes I think I'll die there in the morning light, but then-- a Buzzing. You ask if I'm coming home. I hear the rumbling of the semi trucks and they sound so tired. They sound like me. The Gray enshrouds me and it gets hard to breathe. I think about that night so often. I thought we would be a Long time but you disappeared right before my eyes. Steam rising from my flesh, with my last breath I ask you to stay; you remind me that I held the blade.
When the shards of glass Pierced your skin I felt the Stinging alongside you. Mouth gone Dry, at last I see how my love turned Blind for nothing more than a Flicker and a Shadow.