Half of My Soul's Demise

A gaggle of bones, almost flat in the sheets with barely a glimpse of your honest blue eyes I know that the tiredness is overwhelming barreling down in white elephant dreams Filling the air up with breath like you're living but twitching in limbs like there's static inside If I could lay by you, like when I was little I think I might mend, a fresh stitch full at least You were the other half of all of my thoughts catching my eyes in a world without words These thoughts are trapped as you lie alone dying so half of my soul is at death's door with you. I don't know if we should just push our way through.