a soft touch of your kind hand
a subtle whisper to the ear
your gaze, peering through my thick skin
i am tired
slowly drifting away
bereft and unable to move
walls shattered with every raindrops
crippling breeze of sadness creeping in
i hear your voice and think
"have i been yearning for this?
or am i just wanting the impossible?"
the crescent moon wept for me
"why are you crying, child?"
i said
"i've been dreaming of the day i die, dear love.
and i only have you as my ley line."
threw my clothes to the river
with my body, still intact
i'd rather drown in water
than to wither away in despair
my mind's killing me
but what's to lose?
i've already been dead years ago