All I can hear is silence
and my feeble heart with its feeble beat,
And a muffled sort of laughter
as you parade around the street
With your sparkling eyes
and love overflowed-
So this is how you've paid me back
for all that I was owed?
Not that I asked for much in return,
I gave myself selflessly;
And you took me, smiling, in your hand
and shattered me selfishly.
All I can taste is teardrops
rolling thick between my lips,
And a sweet sensation on my tongue
I remember from your kiss.
With your delicate fingers
entwined in mine,
I cannot help myself
but remain shackled in that time.
Not that I would rather live unbound
without these restraints on my limbs;
Freedom has too large a price to pay-
to be free I must never have lived.
All I can feel is a hollow-
my heart pounds upon empty tin walls-
And a deep, resounding echo
as the memories begin to fall.
With your whispers filling my lungs
and your scent the pulse in my veins,
How could I ever forget you?
How else would I live through the pain?
Yet how do I find my relief,
when the one that I love does sit
On the royal throne and, with a wave of her hand,
orders the executioner to finish it?