Hysterical cries and thrashing limbs,
The road I chose is difficult to climb.
And you are not by my side to guide.
The wound left behind,
Makes breathing sour.

The dull knife shoved between my ribs,
Deep into my heart,
Is still leaking poison through my corpse.
And I stumble.

I trip upon every rock and in every crack.
The wind bends through my pores,
And all I can feel is the chill loneliness.
The ache of emptiness.

My invitation, turned down,
Due to your ***-like qualities.
The ones that I loved and endured.
My call to love, bleeding
From the very heart that you stabbed.