...How many more days can I go on?
Choking down these rancid scraps,
hiding from the sounds of their laughter...
I see my reflection in this splinter of broken glass and I...
I’m going to die here, angel.
And still you stare at me with those sad, unblinking eyes.
Shimmering like dew on the Academy lawn
where I’d wait for you.
And so I wait,
and I wait, AND I WAIT!
And for what?
For the emptiness that seeps into these walls
to worm its way inside me too?
Already it envelops me.
A warm breath in my ear,
a half-whispered lullaby that turns into a chorus
as the corpses that litter every filthy corner
of this forsaken ship raise their voice in song.
And then I see you.
Not this pale and empty husk,
but the real you.
Crowned in harvest festival flowers as we dance.
You open your mouth, but...
I cannot hear your voice.
And I thrash and I howl and I beg for you to sing for me.
But in my heart I know I will never hear your voice again.
Because you are no longer mine...
Goodbye...
My angel.