"And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad,
the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take.
When people run in circles it's a very very mad world." – "Tears for Fears" – Mad World
This is the aftermath of a sin:
she lay there, crumpled,
crimson flowing from her alabaster hands
onto the pale linoleum floor,
still clutching me.
Unmoving, steadfast, she dies.
She lays there as I forsake her
shattering as I watch her
there on the stained linoleum.
Still I feel guilt for her fall.
As she descended into self-destruction,
I watched, saying nothing, while she stared back.
She knew that through me she saw herself;
this frightened her, causing the descent into isolation.
I never told her what I really thought
nor would I have been able to:
The void in her soul persisted, creating a rift,
and she, too far gone, closed herself off.
Now, I, guilt-stricken lie next to her, our souls reunited…