Empty Love Song

My days are numbered
just like days in a month.
My life lies before me
in glassy little crumbs.
Was it all a dream,
that terror in my eyes?
Or was it all a vision
of my ending in disguise.
A week has gone by,
and yet still I cry.
Life crawls slowly along
and still the clock flies,
into a never-ending pattern,
a million imagined deaths.
I'm still cold and cringing
from a body so loveless.
He hugged me tightly once,
then hit me squarely twice.
He said, "What's done is done."
Was calm and loving that night.
But throughout the next day
he is so full of hate.
I stay far away.
I stay wide awake.
This is my darling sweet man
that once would die
to give me another chance
to live out my own life.
Those chances are now gone.
I can never move on.
I am forced to endure
this drab empty love song.