next to a bed...
next to a bed i sit and mourn
tears rip across my skin
as i hold a lifeless hand...
the air is heavy and i gasp for breath
the sorrow filling up in my chest
i grind my teeth...
holding my breath i try to breathe
i open my mouth and try to speak
but the words get spun back inside of me
next to a bed she sits and mourns
tears rip across her skin
she clings to a lifeless hand...
the air is heavy and she cant catch her breath
the sorrow pressing down on her chest
for her i grind my teeth...
releasing her breath she tries to breathe
she opens her mouth as if to speak
but her words never make it to me
next to a bed i sit with her and mourn
a trail of tears ripped across our skin
holding eachothers hands...
the air is heavy but gone is his breath
the last of life escaping his chest
once again i grind my teeth...
i hold my breath refusing to breathe
i close my mouth... because i cant speak
my words are trapped inside of me
next a bed we sit and mourn
endless tears rip across our skin
we cling to eachothers familiar hands...
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