{Disclaimer: WWE owns both characters perceived in this story.}
{Note: This is for William Regal's birthday (today, May 10) in the POV of Lance Storm. Happy birthday, William! I miss you, sweet thang.}
Remedy by starfallen
Happy birthday
You're beautiful
Your eyes sewn closed at the sides with sleep
So tired today from breathing
If I could I would like to bind you to my side
Forever with our intertwining fingers
I would ask How are you feeling?
But you're not.
Still tired today from thinking
Your gentlemanly composure strewn
So finely out the windows
Of your unblinking eyes
Gently as I pet your hand, see
Your nose broken so many times but still
You are breathing gently.
Our undefeated streak that led to your demise
And you're creepingly decaying away from me
Or your mentally undefeated streak
Falling apart with the evil in your stomach
If I were inside of you could I make it go away?
I'm waiting for your eyes to open because
I need to remember
That exact shade of blue
But you're so tired from dreaming
Still too tired to wake up
And it's your birthday.
I do not sing to candles —
My only wish is that you make it out
Alive
And listen to my shallow breathing beside you
Because when you get too tired of dying
I've been beside you all the time.