Who knew a heart could act so clastic? It's like our voices could not; They could not resist the static And I, I could not be more ataraxic As my spine rests on a concrete matress Beneath the hands from which it has been crafted For it has been ruptured And I fear the outcome, it is becoming; Catastrophic Could you stay by my side, my dear? I know it is not the pain you fear, but the being I have become, it seems; It seems so unfamiliar and weak I'm sorry dear, but my words now...they may be bleak: I don't want you to mourn or regret the day I die All I want, is you...by my side. But as I can see, you're packed up and ready to go. That's always been your attitude: "Chop, chop! On with the show!" And as you move on, I will remain here, here where I lie And as you move on, I will remain here, for here I shall die.
This is awesome. I particularly like the first verse/stanza. It's got an great use of words in it. Good stuff