You watch me drown in bloody tears,
a silent observer of death.
A traveler arriving to experience my fears,
to witness me draw my final breath.
Even if you wanted to there's nothing you can do,
you're a ghost, something I can not touch.
Would you love me if you knew,
how hard I've fought just to lose this much?
Would you protect my heart and keep me near,
would you kiss me until I'm whole?
Or would you simply leave me here,
for death to consume my soul?