Wounds

In this limbo, awaiting.
In this darkness, fearing.
In this silence, shouting.
Undead and Unliving,
maybe dreaming.

Where the river of tears wane.
Where the sea of sorrow crashed
on the sullen shores of my pain,
She awaits me, to my remorses latched.

Don’t stop now, whore.
Keep punching. Keep beating.
Till everything is sore
Till every piece of my heart’s bleeding.

As in Life, so in Death,
we will be one, again.