Into a dark cave, I surround myself

Into a well of devilry rest, I drown my cells

As the lids blink away the light compelled

Just as the hand strikes twelve

Surrender blindfolds me into a realm

Of darkness and crooked knife sharp shells

A memory of him loops around like a sylph

Trapped in this foreign homeland like in a spell

The wound in my heart swells

As the gruesome scene in my rest overwhelms

My heart and thoughts to the rim

I see blood and nothing else

As I hold him in my hand and cry for help

Pulling him to my knees as I knelt

On the blood covered floor I held

Myself from killing myself

Joining him in the afterlife I felt

As asking for him again and in good health

Was impossible for the life we upheld

Waking up startled of sights I beheld

Fearing the next, as the past's horrors take hold.

- Ola El.