Are we a couple?
No.
Do we act like one?
Yes.
Does it hurt?
That depends on which one of us you ask.

in the darkness i sit and cry,
i weep quietly into my sheets
until a child in me has drowned
while everyone that knows me sleeps.

the dawn is stuck in the rain,
the sky got bruised by the storm,
the hollow wind lulls my pain,
makes my torment feel so warm.

the rain patters on the dry ground
it sings its soft lullaby into my ear
and all my screms won't make a sound
your whispers in a storm make my tears all disapear.

Every moment would be fractured
Skewed, malignant, only after
Love and plenty drew them nearer
To the ending of her nightmares.

Weeping widow
Eyes of blue
Considers well the end of you
But children lie with sleepy cries
And her heart still aches, too.

With all their might
They'll push on through
To find the solution that's right
To impossible dreams and
Impossible bleeds and
Impossible themes of the night.

His heart stopped.

The world.
Stopped.
There. In the hospital bed.

Gone.

Weeping widow,
Children too,
All left to a shivering world

Their hands were cold
But his were colder

Than the snowy Christmas dawn.