In a complaint of screams,
Calls out the one who loved him.
But he did not hear a word,
For he was long since broken.
She tried to sew that tear in his seams,
But the past always kept them open,
How she tried to keep him alive,
For her, at least, she was hoping.
But on that night,
No, he'd never utter a breath again,
He'd never be able to thank her for the love,
That for a while had kept him sane.
No, he'd never get to kiss her upon the cheek,
And try to explain to her his pain,
His constant bleeding in his stomach,
And that his words could not be spoken.
She passed soon after,
Because he was her life line,
She was laid beside him that night,
Together, forever, confined.

 
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