I was dead,
watching you die.
Awake with the
pain of living, living
and trying not to die.
Oh, God, it's all been
spent on your
expiration notice.
Lain against the
yellow corduroy,
I see your screams.
Those of fear,
of torture,
of hopelessness.
I carry you with me
always, for
it won't let go.
Drive others away
when they get
too close.
The rapture lasts only
so long as I
can forget you.
Please,
Leave
Me
Alone.
I died,
seeing you dead.
