10And with every labouring breath
I only seem to exhale
Releasing the heat I once have had locked within.
As I lay on the cold, dirty floor,
I feel my head resting in trembling hands.
Cradled within a lap, I look up to see your eyes,
My love... My dear, sweet love.
I had shed tears some time ago, I know.
They have dried to be replaced
By new, fresh, warm, salted ones -
Your own.
I feel them running down my skin;
Your face so close to my own;
Your pleas so hauntingly dear
As my skin becomes cold, becomes stone.
I'm scared, but I try to be brave.
You can see that, right? You see my facade
As I tenderly whisper how it's all okay.
How I love you. You know that, right? You will remember?
My heart stills, I can't feel it anymore.
Only yours beat through your chest and through my own
As you hold me close for one last moment,
My love... My dear, sweet love.
Everything fades as the final memory
Is etched and erased at the same time.
I remember your face, your tears, your voice, your pleas.
I remember your heart, your love... my dear, sweet love.
And I remember the cold... so cold here on my own
As the final breath leaves and I become stone.
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