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Hush, My Sweet
When death whispers; inspired by “moments” when I thought I was going to die… literally.
A little shiver, a little thrill, hush, my sweet, almost there.
Where have you been? Sunsets await where your old crib went to waste. The ones you’ve missed are coming down from there to welcome you in. The song they’re singing is something that you recognize from your innocence.
How’s your skin? It doesn’t glow under the sun. Yet, your soul blinds my eyes, I’m compelled to run.
Each time you breathe, I ache and cry. However, my sweet, the end shall survive.
I have witnessed it all; chasing, fighting, lifting, beatings. Hush, my sweet, you’re tired, I know, it’s time to go.
Shall we meet?
I’m sorry, the excruciating pain is not a part of the deal. I am a rebel; I cannot heal.
You’re all alone in your dim room. Shall I light a candle to ease your gloom?
Life is a choice. I am simply a voice.
Do you still dream of strength? Or would you rather measure the coffin’s length?
Hush, my sweet, do not rush. I shall come for you with a single touch.
Hush, my sweet, hush. All is well at last.