Listening - The Provenance

That night it surfaced again, she'd felt closing in

Like a hand of steel, bending the carefree neck

Tightening so hard until she brake

Free from fever

Free from everything, at least for now…

The morning brike, sunbeams shattered her fear

A new day dawning, but still the same

Pounding headaches, the returning of fever

Not having the strength to fight it off

Her esteem for darkness tore her deep down

As nighttime advanced, on the sl, stressful

She’s out cold, blank features, no movement

-Come get me, I’m dying, please help me!

Her eyes shine, they blind me, can’t help her

I listen, her heart stops, and I die with her

I’m shivering, feverish, broken down

By constant grief

At nighttime I meander, blaming myself

She became that hand of steel bending the carefree neck

Tightening so hard

I’m out cold, blanck features, no movement

My eyes shine, I’m blinding, can’t save me

Don’t want to, let me go, sleep away…