I sit there watching,
watching as he struggles through the pain.
Scared to touch him,
as my hand hovers above his sweat soaked skin.
Where's the antidote?
My eyes scream for an answer,
my lips cry from the sight.
He's lost in his mind,
trapped in the memories,
the fears have taken him from here.
I say his name tentatively, he doesn't hear me.
Eyes black, empty souled,
where's he gone, God where does he go?
Bombs exploding in his ears,
guns firing rapidly,
hands clenching his only hope of survival.
I bite my lip and brush a lock of hair from his eyes.
Empty eyes, his strength is crushing my wrist,
His hand clutching my throat.
I plead his name, beg for him to wake up
from this nightmare of a dream.
Beneath my breast, within my chest
I feel my heart throbbing.
How long will it be until it breaks.
I'm clawing at him, my nails tearing open his shirt.
I've become an animal, an invisible threat to his blind eyes.
As my nails rake across his face,
my back slams into a book case,
I look up, His empty eyes, a world away
in a world of war, his hand shaking
with the cold metallic gleam of his gun.
He aims, without seeing, and the bullet hits his mark.
Instinct has my hands on the hole in my chest.
curiosity draws them away
and with the sticky red I paint.
Maybe when he awakes he'll see this,
this one thing, it might save his sanity.
I scrawl 'I love you', my tears wont wash it away.
I lay as I go blind,
the black fading from his eyes,
and into mine.
God, take away his pain.
Let me steal his dreams,
as you stole his sanity.