What’s happened to you, my dear?
You seem wounded, whom did you defend?
Time’s up, but, you don’t seem to fear.
There’re cracks and aches, which I think I can mend.
I could convince your nightmares to vanish,
And guard your garden from the disease.
I could fill your empty spirit with cherish,
And paralyse the scars that might increase.
But, then, I found it, it was dark and strange,
There’re echoes of screams, a war,
Between two people who disagree to change,
“A heart, A head”, but no wins so far.
A whisper had broken into my ear,
“leave, there’s nothing else you could provide!”
I ran and ran, looking for my dear,
But, there was finally a winner: A suicide!