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Robbed
robbed of life
as the blood seeps out.
trickles through my fingers.
warm upon my palms
and I can't even grab it.
slowly bleeding out the color
to the floor.
while I just watch
in aching helplessness
as it flows down the boards
and inevitably
right out the crack
beneath the wooden door we used to carve our names into.
and as I run across
now drenched in sobs.
following the crimson trail
and fumbling at the knob
to no avail...
this door's been shut out
from the outside.
so I guess
I'll let the blood out
and just
sink into my rocking chair
where thoughts of you roll back and forth
and fill the dormant air...
and I'll have to wait
Til all this blood is gone
before my body starts to pale.
and so it'll be a while
before the coffin hears
its final nail.
and I pray... I pray
that you will catch my thinning body
'fore it hits the ground
from where it used to hover way above.
anticipate my fall
and cushion me with all your love.
the one that knows no bounds...
and if you can't
then don't you weep for me.
just wear your crown, my queen...
