DEATH

The pain of yesterday, i find it so hard to say,
my mind completely full of you, my little nightmare in two,
you appear in my dreams, and in my heart, why must we be so far 
apart? Did you know that tomorrow was the day i go home? Yesterday, 
you parted  with me quietly, i looked for you across town, seeking through darkness and feeling the cold. My skin would turn porcelian white, and by the end of the night i would have frost bite, i used to walk around the oakland bay bridge with you, we used to sing duets together, you know those made for two. My last day i walked the bridge one last time, saw abulances and policemen racing theirselves down to town, with their sirens flickering and alerting the others, someone was in need of medical assistants and it just so happened to be you, i found out that you were on your last breath when i made it home to grab my bags, to make my leave. you were dying a very painful slow death; slit across the stomach, as blood rushed out, cuffed to the pole on the outskirts of town, boiling temptation roaming the streets, i make my way to the scene of the crime, there your body lays inside the body bag, i was too late, to tell you "i love you" on your last dying breaths, 12 years have passed since then; now i'm inside a train making my way to our hometown to greet the queen, she send a letter telling me "Congratulations , on your marriage. i would have never thought he would marry such a beautiful strong-wielded girl." i wish i could punch you now..but, gently, you never told me you loved me but you secretly were going to marry me; i wish i could tell you "i love you" the eager pain i feel from the "Death Descending my thoughts".