Death Is a Good Thing

Watching you hurt, watching you fade hurts me too as I wince with pain. Everything hurts. I can't explain except to say: everything hurts. You, my source of comfort, the Mother of my life, the very reason I breathe. I owe you my life, but you're being taken away from me. You're gonna take my breath with you aren't you? You're gonna take my breath with you. Its ok if you do. There's no reason to breathe without you. After all, all my breath is owed to you. Thank you... Thank you... for giving me life, for letting me fly, for teaching me to love life. You can't hold onto your own, but your fingers close around mine. And you say 'continue, you'll be ok. I promise I'll see you someday when death is a good thing.' I know exactly what you mean... Cuz I can't wait to watch the very last breath of your suffering to be erased from my head. I can't wait til tears run out of supply, I can't wait til sadness dies. When the thought of you doesn't sting and death is a good thing... When your hurt and my empathy pains and our tears die, die, die. When people ask if we're ok we won't have to lie, lie, lie. I want to hurt what's hurting you. I've watched...you slowly go but who's gonna watch me go? I've wiped your tears as you pretended not to cry but who's gonna look after mine? If you die... If you die... If you die... I die