Here we are.
Who could have ever guessed,
That you and I would sit here, together in the rain today?
In a world of broken hopes and dreams,
In a cold, but deep embrace.
I hold you there, my hand on your chest.
But there is no beating.
The ones that are called you and I, sit together in darkness and light,
I am surrounded by darkness with cries of pain and small whispers in my ear,
You are enveloped with light and are submerged in longing and fear,
But you will never see the things I've seen,
Feel the things I've felt,
Or ever know how I feel about you.
And I can only blame myself for not ever reaching out to you.
The only reason that I went on was because you were by my side,
You fought it all away. Risking your life to save my own useless, treacherous one.
But look at you now...
You lay before me, cradled in my arms like a small child would be held by a mother...
But there is a single difference in the two.
Your heart is cold.
You do not stir.
There is no warmth left in you're body.
Cold. Dead. That is all that you are now.
But my creations are not the cause of your perishing.
It is I who struck you deep within.
The bullet through your heart,
Feels as though it's burning through to my very own.
Your light is joining with the darkness embedded within me.
The soul that I had once known has begun drifting away from the one I hold in my arms.
So before you go, I have a single thing to say to you,
Thanks for the memories.