I'll run my fingers over you
The lines overlap as if they know you so well
Your breath was numbered by them.

Your death was my comfort
I lay myself indeed not in your arms
For those were the branches of yours
Cut down and embraced by millions.

They sprayed you with chemicals
You cried but no one has heard it
For in every pain, you are numb
And they linger in your countless tremor.

The hammer pressured you
Every impact was brought to disgrace
Those silver yet rustic points
Made your skin bleed with tears.

I found you affectionate
For every time I'm near you I felt so good
Now I can't live without you
Hold me in your arms and sing me lullabies.

(6/3/2014 @xirlleelang)