The Slow Death - To Your Fate

I hoped that you would die, in the night
In the cradle of sleep, in the forgiving darkness
Your eyes closed, resigned to your terrible fate.

But in the grey dawn
Before the sun looks upon us
With her cruel and ceaseless rage
I see gentle light touch your eyes

You look to me for comfort, but I ache
And we tangle together our withering bones
In a painful palliative embrace

So many times you have carried me
I clung to your strength, your patience
Stealing the warmth from your blood
And the breath from your lips.

You look to me for strength, but I am weak
If I had tears to cry
I would let them fall to your parched lips.

Something compels me
To stumble on and die alone
Primal delusion of hope
Drags me away, pushes me on, eviscerated
And trailing my spirit behind me.

I hoped that you would die
In the night
I kiss your eyelids, to close your tired eyes
Do not see me leave you to your fate.