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Blindly I wake as you lay dying.
Salty tears flow from my eyes.
As your color fades
I am hopeless and lost.
If I could I’d save you.
Traveling on.
This is the only way.
Hold my hand.
Catch me as I fall.
My white imaculation stained with your blood.
Which hath been spilt
By the one who admires me from afar.
As you fade in the dark I scream for you.
My last memory of you meant to be imaginary.
Am I to remember how you weakly clung to me.
Is that to be my last memory of you?
On your last day.
If I could I’d spare you this pain,
But as you lay wasting away.
I know I have to do whatever it takes,
To save you from this crime
That has been committed unto you
(2004)
