As I lay on the cold hard floor, i feel the pangs of her distress.
For once upon a time, her face was a blinding ray of light ;
a ray so bright it could pierce through stresses alike.
Despite the piercing spike of loss and pain constantly plunged into her flesh, her light would shine evermore.

As I lay on this cold hard floor, I see a creature in the distance.
Thoughts dissipate, blown away by its malice;
it seeks to destroy the glimmering ray.
As i lay on the cold hard floor, i watch as the creature reaches out its hand grabbing onto a speare so sharp.
As i see the creature heve, my soul screams for her to move .

As i lay on the couch of her misfortune, i can see her bleed, speare lodged deep in her chest.
Once upon a time her light glimmered ever so bright;

As I lay on the couch of her pain, spikes cut deep into my skin.
The Siren of my soul echoes within me, urging me to dive deep into the see of knives that is her pain.

As i jump head first into the deep blue, i dive deeper hoping to be the anchor she so desperately needs.
My heart cries as i hope to someday pull out the speare and mend her wounds, bringing her back to the light.

© L~Switch