Don't

Take my hand

I’ll lace my fingers in

We’ll swell with that

which we know all too soon we’ll no longer have

Long lost hopehas trailed off into smoke

To the place where dreams

Have been beaten, burned, and cremated by this disease

I’m breaking

You’re shaking

It’s taking all of you

I’m angry

You’re hurting

And I am on my knees begging for you to

Hold on, Hold on

Don’t go

Don’t, don’t you let go

Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.

Blow by blow

The ghost of you here grows

I hear the whispering

Sound of death taking life by the grace of her key

Your heart beats cold

Its center fills with stone

You’re to hang your cloak

The skin you are, but you're not, for your soul has outgrown

All I know has gone south

Where do we go from here?

From here? From here?

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