On my knees
I beg you
Please!
As your hand reaches
Through skin
And bone
And blood
Til it stops my heart
And light turns dark.
All around
I hear no
Sound!
As you look upon
My still
And cold
And pallid
Corpse so feeble.
As I lay in my
Death
I have a sick
Smile
On my pathetic
Face.
I loved you
I did
And even as you
Held my
Heart
In your hands
I smiled to know
It was you that held it
Last.
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