And so the wind still blows.

And I couldn’t feel any colder, with each drop of life, I come closer to the ultimate molder, on the nightstand, the candles smolder and I am drifting away

Try as I might, I find no reason to stay, I feel as though I just get in life’s way, beside the moonlight, the shadows sway and play games with my mind

There is no sweet solace to find, I am the very last of my own kind, there is nothing to be said, heard, nor signed, there is nothing that can be done

By now, the warm has absolutely run, it’s clotted, stopped, coagulation has begun, it came back; the demon I thought I had outrun, returned with a vengeance

Too far gone to hear the ambulance engines, but I can see clear as day my winter white tendons, I have been drawn to my end by warped mental extensions, metals, dead petals, sharp edges of pain, new dimensions

I snapped beneath the weight of my brain’s tensions, in black and white will be sorrowful mentions, antidepressants seemed like useless inventions, I still missed her and achingly so

I cursed myself, why did she have to go?!

My entire world stopped, but even so, somehow the wind continued to blow, I felt its icy breath caress my skin, blue with a touch of Death’s glow, I was gone not just right then, but seven years ago

And I guess sirens scream against the black night, yelling to me to put up a fight, but I can’t hear them and I can’t feel their fright, I can’t feel anything, not after tonight

And maybe against the window is splashed red and white light, but I can’t see it, my lids glued together deathly tight, how did they find me, no, this isn’t right, I wish to be with HER

To feel no more pain within my heart stir, no more stinging nettles, no more cardiac burr, no more sharpened metals, no more color in a blur

No more world to conquer

No more little beasts to purr

They lap the vermilion like it’s thickened salt water, gone are the breath-filled days of this daughter, how warm the skin was, the blood ran hotter, stream after stream after stream

This is more than a just nightmare of a feverish dream

For those I leave behind, I’m no longer stuck in between Heaven and Hell in this bleeding earthly scene, I am ethereal, I am an aerated queen

Not that I am of nobility-

That isn’t what I mean

No longer flesh and bone, not a single cell, not a gene

From now until eternity, my soul is unclean, holed and rotted, full of gangrene

I know that I will not ascend, but that knowledge could not forsake my end, I made the decision, I would not bend, so instead I entirely shattered

I am the product of a heart brutally battered, after she was taken, nothing ever mattered anymore, my life was utterly tattered and they all walked on tiptoes

Where she has gone, God only knows, she wasn’t stolen, she was one He chose, place me in the ground, a permanent pose

And so the wind still blows