Untitled Death

It is hardest to watch the tears fall when you can not tell them...

Your hands… what have they done?

They were once something so sublime.

I remember when you would run them

across the nape of my back.

Your touch intoxicated every swelling inch

What have they done my love…

Bound hands clinging to a hope of salvation

But look… what pain you have in the tender folds

Blood and dirt cling to them as the rope digs itself deep

Was it my fault my love that you must sit there and I here?

Your eyes were once that a somber glow that pulled me through…

They are listless my love, my eyes whelm with tears seeing you there.

You look so afraid 

    so cold

    so alone

I want so much to hold you my love to take you in my arms and hold you there

Protecting you from the sorrows of this world that try to take you from me.

Alas my love I can not.

Will you hate me that I can not be there to hold you now as you drift from me?

Will you scorn and resent me that you must be bound so tight?

The skies are growing darker my love, soon the rains will come

Will they take with them our sins? WIll they leave you born anew?

They have taken so much of you from me, and yet there was nothing I could do.

Remember me my love for as they rob you of your voice, your hopes and your life

I will hold with me your dreams. They will lead me through to a basking light

Thank you my love. I will watch you now as you leave us.

The cooling rains will wash the crusted blood from your eyes and for a moment…

Was it those kind eyes I saw once more? What was that my love… your lips…

I cried out to you! I screamed your name and prayed to Gods that my voice would be heard.

Your eyes are gone now my love. I cried out for you, for your salvation… for your heart.

Before you left me my love you said something didn't you? You looked to my eyes and lips…

they formed the words I ached for so long…

Good night my love may we meet once more in Hell.

Author's Note

See... I enjoy prose with out rhyming too :)