I'm asleep
Inside your bones
I deny that which you want
To live, alive and love.
I am lying,
within your heart
I dissappear, to reafirm
Your infirmity
Like a flower withers and dies
These little flowers too sad too cry
I live inside a house
Both empty and bereft
And like you've never left
A sickly child,
A mother battles in vain
A father standing tall against his pain
And the creeping darkness in her veins
Both softer, softer still
To stand against, to cure the ill
To swallow down the bitter pill
Still unforgiven.
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